weekends

ok. so, yeah. last weekend was, well, um, yeah, never mind. there are no words. i have also decided, as you may have noticed, that taking time to write capital letters is lame. so im not doing it. apparently not apostrophes either. those are also lame.



but, in all seriousness, last weekend was something else. i dont actually know if the 'something else' part was really awesome or really pathetic, but since its my story, im going with awesome. furthermore, i dont think that technically it was even the weekend, as the majority of the awesome/pathetic-ness took place past midnight on sunday. bottom line: good times.



this coming weekend, about half of my friends are still out of town and/or going out of town for 'vacances' (french school holidays), so those of us that are hanging around are contemplating an innocent friday night out at the pub to watch the finland v usa olympic hockey semi-finals. i think this sounds like a good time, but i am admittedly a bit hesitant, as the last time we went to 'watch olympics and chill' (last sunday/monday), we ended up in a bar for 12 hours until 4 am waiting to see the canada v usa game (started at 1:30 am, thanks a lot mr. PST time zone). so we must beware...



on the other hand (the sober one), this week has been a straight up cake walk, with one kid to watch, and for only 2 days at that. i personally justify this total lack of 'work' by telling myself that any grown person who is subjected to a never ending stream of 'cookies, cookies, me like cookies' is in fact deserving of time off. and a drink.

Weekend spending = Food and Drink

Ok. so the title is seemingly self-explanatory, but not so much. I have come to the scary realization (and by realization I mean that I 'realize' this every week...) that basically ALL of my paycheck gets spent on non-tangible goods. i.e. food/alcohol/etc. In my defense, if the saying 'it's the thought that counts' was really true, I would have loads of money saved up, as every sunday/monday, I am determined that my excessive spending over the previous weekend (usually on $12 malibu cocktails since its uber expensive in Paris, and I am lame and have the alcoholic taste-buds of a 15 yr old) is ending and I am starting anew. This is then followed by a Monday, the likes of which instigate a thirst for said alcohol and therefore the planning commences for the following weekend as to where I will be spending entire paychecks. So, for the record, I really am stopping this. At least for one weekend. This sounds like a good plan. Except that I know that tomorrow I will have come to the determination that visiting the O'Sullivans Bar on Grands Boulevards is simply non-negotiable, and that not going would be perhaps robbing myself of the very cultural experiences motivating my time here. If only justifying frivolous spending was an Olympic sport....