Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go to bed
I had a couple drinks about an hour ago
And it's gone right to my head
Yup. I'm exhausted from our long weekend in Nanaimo and almost wish we'd left yesterday so we could have spent Sunday at home and not in a whirlwind of other stuff.
I wrote this on my Blackberry in the van on the way home - not Brighty, but the other van - to CR with a quiet evening on the horizon. I'm glad we got to spend time in Nanaimo but I couldn't wait to be home with my kitty. I missed his persistent little meow in the morning, his expectancy of breakfast before anything else, his annoyed face when I kiss his nose or hug him for too long, his strong motor purr, the way he likes to sleep in his crinkle tunnel I bought for him for $14 at Walmart when we first got the boys. Yeah, I'm definitely turning into a crazy cat lady. And I'm okay with that! He's my baby-cat, and I'd do anything for him.
Anyway, in the mall today, I bought some outlandish sushi and ate some raw fish without thinking about how bad an idea it was and now I feel rather ill. I probably shouldn't have eaten raw fish before a nearly two hour drive home, but ntohing else was appealing to me. My stomach then reminded me with every jolt of the van on the highway that I was very stupid indeed. I did my best not to think about it too much - I figured if I ignored it, it'd eventually just go away.
We went to a club on Friday night called Level Two...it was nice but we got there way too early and wanted to go home before the real party ever started anyway. It was someone's birthday and everyone that came in was coming for that reason. They all knew each other and we felt rather awkward sitting there by ourselves. The bartender, however, was cute and did everything with a flourish. Though they didn't have a blender (no strawberry margarita, sigh) he made us a couple of interesting creations that tasted really good. The first was an orange, yellow and pink drink. I'm not sure what kind of alcohol was in it, but it tasted like candy. The second one was fizzy. He made it with raspberry and apple sourpuss and something blue, then cola and soda water. That one, we could taste the alcohol in. It was good too! He was very accomodating, since we had no idea what we wanted, were rather timid, very nervous, and it was our first time. He was kind of calm, not wild and crazy, and I loved that quality about him. He was friendly, though, and had a killer smile.
Despite having a good time shopping and doing other things around Nanaimo I realized that when pent up in a dorm room with my sister and my roommate/ex girlfriend, tensions tend to run kind of high. We got on each other's nerves a lot (though there were good times too) and as always, my sister teased me left right and center. I can't say I'm surprised. She's always calling me a pussy, a coward, a lesbian, lame, stupid, the list goes on. So I was a little nervous to go to a club I didn't know in a town I didn't know. Sue me. Granted, nothing bad happened, but that's not the point. It COULD have. It was reassuring that everything went okay, though. It makes me think that maybe we'll go back one day (later in the evening, of course).
It's good to be home, though, with my kitty and my comfort zone.
Lyric: "Don't you worry there, my honey, we might not have any money, but we've got our love to pay the bills." - You and I, Ingrid Michaelson
Picture: A snapshot my roommate took of me on our second day in Nanaimo. She told me to do something "singing in the rain" inspired, since it was raining all day, so I stuck the umbrella out and did a somewhat whimsical pose.
Goodnight, no one.
