So…going out to party the night before a 9 am flight is likely not the best idea in the world. However I owe my roommate a massive favor and promised her I would (plus I bought my incredibly attractive outfit). Her response when I said I had a 9 am flight the next day, fishing to get out of the meet and greet, went something like “wow that’s going to suck for you getting up so early after going out with me!”. Sigh. Yes it will.
My schedule for today and tomorrow is as follows:
8 am- Wake up, albeit slowly and get ready
9 am- Post office. I had some things sent back to me that needed re-mailing, that I have been procrastinating on. (I am not impressed with the postal services right now, they cost like eight hundred billion dollars and rarely work).
10 am-12 pm- Shopping in the bigger mall with Jamie to find accessories for her outfit. (Kevin I swear to God if you aren’t hot I will kick you right in the shin). End up buying a salmon colored purse I don’t need but that is outrageously adorable.
12 pm- 2pm- Drop Jamie off at work, come home to write this and stalk people for a couple hours. Make sure my horoscope still promises me good things for today. Make sure the weather is going to be nice to plan what to wear to work.
*I end up with 4 seasons worth of clothes in my trunk because the weather here is so variable, and I work outside*
2 pm- 9:30 pm- Go to work. Aka the easiest way to earn money on the planet, flirting with attractive boys and watching them golf. I love my job.
9:30 pm- 10:30 pm- Pack my bags, I’m going home in the morning!!!
10:30 pm- 11:30 pm- Get ready to go out. Hurry if at all possible. Get angry at cab driver for attempting to take us the long way to the bar for a bigger fare.
11:30 pm-1:30 am- Argyle! This is where they hide all the hot people in Halifax (after 3 years here, I just realized that yes, they do exist). Avoid the drunkest guys in the bar, try to remain sober. Fail.
1:30 am-2 am- Try to block out any sounds coming from Jamies room.
2:00 am- 6:00 am- Passed out.
6:00 am- 7:00 am- Get cuter than I probably need to to go to the airport. Feel self conscious because everyone in Toronto will be dressed better than me.
7:00 am- 8:00 am: Drive to the airport and park at ridiculously expensive parking lot.
8:00 am-9:00 am- Check in, probably get scolded because my bag will be overweight because I don’t have the “pack light” gene. Flirt enough to not pay a fine. Regret choice of shirt with no cleavage. Wait.
9:00am- 11:00 am- Fly home…get ogled by creepy old/foreign/doesn’t bathe enough/overzealous dude next to me. Remember why I chose the shirt with no cleavage. Fall asleep with my mouth open and look stupid for two hours.
10:00 am-11:00 am (time change, it is now Toronto time!)- I’m back! Chat with my mother, attempt to not fall asleep in the car, fail.
11:30 am: Greet my puppy. Outdoors. He gets so excited to see me that he pees.
Woo!!! Next four days after that will be all about showering in a clean bathroom, eating real food at real meal times, and getting a sweet tan at some point between Wasaga beach with my friends and the new boat with my family.
Can.not.wait.
Will post pictures.
