It’s been a pretty bum weekend, with both Jessica’s party and the outing with K. ending absurdly early - the former due to a prayer vigil – no, seriously – and the latter due to the reality that in order to attend a Film Festival screening you have to buy tickets in advance during normal business hours. We should have known this, but we didn’t. It’s a lesson to fire away in the memory banks, anyway.
M. did call me and suggest meeting his crew downtown, but I demurred and told him I was really tired. And I was. Not only that, I didn’t want to spend a kajillion dollars on the clubs when I’d just spent a chunk of change on dinner and gas. (Again, maybe I should get a job, eh? But I’d rather just be antisocial.)
The outing before we respectively decided to go home and study / sleep was quite nice; we drove out to Lawrencetown Beach (which certainly wasn’t as nice as any PEI beach I could name, but it has excellent surf conditions) and then we went back into the city for dinner. Route 207 after you leave the strip that is Cole Harbour is a pretty drive, and highly recommended.
Naturally K. has a boyfriend and it was wrong of me to misconstrue her Saturday availability as evidence that she was single. She’s seeing a guy in Cuba whom she met through her professor – he’s never been to Canada, but he’s in ballet, just like she is. They sound like they have a lot of fun when they have time for each other. It suits their lifestyles quite well, seemingly.
(Le point: Everyone has a boyfriend. Bah, humbug.)
Maybe I just need to come up with an all-consuming hobby or pastime. What do you think? I mean, I like writing, but you can only really do any when you’re motivated to do so. Maybe I just need an attitude transplant. Maybe this, maybe that. But this was a pretty bum weekend, and I’m actually looking forward to class tomorrow.