Cool as a cucumber

While dining at our friends' house this evening, we began to talk about how school is going and what kind of internship I'm looking for. Despite being very intrigued by 3 months in India with a publisher who creates hand-made books, I just couldn't stomach 93 nights away from Luc. Until these creepy man-replacements make their way to Canada, I'll be looking at opportunities close to home.

This conversation lead into marriage talk, of course. Our friends aren't engaged but they're thinking of tying the knot in the next year or two. Our wedding still seems so far away - less than a year now, but still leaving us ages and ages to plan everything. I left their house feeling relaxed and laid-back about planning our wedding. Until I got home and opened my email...and realized that our family has started receiving the save-the-dates in the mail...which means that people are actually coming to our wedding....which means I actually do have to plan an entire wedding this year and complete my degree and keep doing the laundry all at the same time. For the love of god, who will teach Luc how to wash the delicates??? I have a project to do and fabric swatches to choose from!!!

Thoughts

You can't entirely trust spell checker in Word; I nearly handed in an assignment on boob publishing in Canada rather than book publishing.

Uhhhh

The concert last night was amazing, and I'll write more on that later. For now, just a few words on how my brain has turned to mush this week.

Last night when Ben Harper was on, he took a second between songs to wave and acknowledge all of the people who were sitting in the crap seats behind the stage....and they went WILD.
Me: "Wow...one little wave of the hand can elicit so much....excite?...uh...excition....uhhh...excitation...?"
Luc: "You're all out of words...you used them all this week! And I think you meant excitement."

Just another Saturday afternoon

Me: Sitting at the dining room table, hunched over my computer, surrounding by books, working on an assignment. I notice that Luc is dressed with his shoes on, like he's going somewhere. I give him that inquiring look....
Luc: "Oh yeah, Kate and Tom are coming over. They'll be here in a few minutes."
Me: "What?? A few minutes?? Shit...."
Luc: "You don't need to come out with us, we're just going to Best Buy."
Me: "Yeah I know, I just thought I should make myself look like less of a gargoyle before our friends walk in." I'm thinking along the lines of washing the sleep-drool off my face from last night and putting on a bra. Nothing much.
Luc: "Aww, you're going to take off your Sponge Bobs and put on pants?"
Me: "What? No! My sponge bob square pants pajamas are nothing to be ashamed of..."
Clearly Luc and I have a different idea of what is acceptable and what is embarrassing.

The winning combination

There are some combinations that really make the world a better place to live in. Peanut butter and chocolate. Popcorn and movies. Chocolate chip cookies and milk. Wicker baskets and bikes. Ice cream and chocolate sauce. Wine and cheese. But I think I found the combination that trumps any other combination known to mankind. Ben Harper and Pearl Jam. Tonight we're going to the Pearl Jam concert, with Ben Harper and the Relentless 7 as the opening act. I've been so intensely and insanely busy since the start of school that I actually forgot about this concert until yesterday. There's really no story to tell here, just that I'm excited to have a night off! However, there will surely be a great story to follow, because every time Luc and I attend any sort of seated event (concert, sports, etc), we are always surrounded by a dense population of completely bizarre people.

Speaking of bizarre, I promised a few more tidbits about my former job....please note, I was NOT a personal assistant. I did, however, spend an afternoon with the boss's wife shopping online for wedding and bridal shower gifts.

Really...

Anyone who reads this blog regularly knows how I feel about vanity license plates. Not cool. Never OK. So you can imagine how I felt this evening as we were being cut off by a douche bag in a little mercedes with plates that read: STOCKS.

What is with these postal workers?

Despite finishing our save the dates weeks ago, I still haven't mailed them. Part is because I made the conscious decision to wait until after the one-year mark. Part is because someone is stealing all the GOOD STAMPS! Yes, I'm trying to find pretty stamps for the envelopes for my save the dates...I'm THAT crazy and anal. The trouble is, every time I go in (about 5 times now...to a different location each time), they don't have any nice looking stamps. Lots of Vancouver 2010 MukMuks and Sumis and so forth...but no flowers, no simple designs. What's the worst part, you ask? The worst part is trying to hide the look on my face every time I go in and the postal worker suggests that I use this:

Yeah...I'm serious. Every single time, at every single different post office I get the same response: "No, sorry, no flowers." And that's fine...it's not their fault. Obviously someone is just running around Vancouver to all of the post offices and buying up all the nice stamps in attempt to sabotage our wedding. No big deal. But why....why do they always suggest this hideous stamp? It must be like in a restaurant before the doors open, "OK everyone, we've still got a ton of this stuff and it's about to turn, so really push the meatloaf tonight." At the post office each morning the manager rounds up the crew, "OK guys, we still have boxes of those hideously ugly celebration stamps, people are actually starting to refuse to accept mail when it's delivered bearing one of these things...we need to find a way to get rid of a TON of them at once. Alice sold a box to some bride for her wedding invitations last week and we were so pleased with her that we gave her a 40% raise." So now, obviously, everyone's trying to push these things on me. But I will not cave.

And I learned something today

Taking the bus home at the same time as the schools let out is not a good idea. Unless you want to hear Suzy and Sally and Sarah talk about how if they can't go to high school A they're totally going to drop out of school all together because high school B is totally gay. Totally. Can you blame them though? I would way rather be an uneducated drain on society than go a totally gay high school. Totally.