More Lessons

So after my eventfull Friday night, I, as usual quietly snuck home and tucked myself into bed by 1am. It would seem that every friday (the only day i drink) I somehow escape from all my friends and sneak home. I do this subconsiously to avoid falling back into bad old habits, and for the most part it works. So anyway, I sneak back on Friday night, which means that come ten a.m saturday, I am up and ready to roll. Golf was the original plan, so I wake up a little hung over but ready to play golf. However, when I walk out into the living room and see Wayne asleep on the sofa, and the reminants of a small party scattered around the room, I realize that unless this was a one man show there will be no golf today. I quietly make breakfast and wait patiently for the household to awaken, still hoping they will get up in time for golf. But by the time 2pm hits, i know i am out of luck

LESSON #3. DONT GET TOO EXCITED ABOUT GOLFING ON A SATURDAY IF YOUR FRIENDS ALL PARTY TILL 5AM FRIDAY

Saturday night, was scheduled for the RETRO PARTY out at Canmore. Hosted by the always beautiful and talented trailer park girlz. Originally I had planned to attend this party, get drunk (ya ya, so its a saturday...long weekends are excempt), and then crash in the tent. However, I was told that the tent had been commissioned by a few other party goers, so I quietly put my tail between my legs, did not get drunk, did not get to hit on a number of very cute girlz (Leo especially), all because I needed to drive home. So basically my Saturday night plans were ruined because I had no where to sleep. But that is no big deal. ACCEPT. I drive home, rent a movie, chill out, and get to bed early. I then wake up on Sunday morning to go to church (but didnt end up going cause i was too mad, for reason I will now explain) only to find Wayne (again) asleep on the sofa, and the tent is sitting on the dining room table. Which basically means that no-one used the tent. Which means i could have stayed in canmore, i could have gotten drunk, and i could have hit on all the cutie pies at the party. But instead I just got to stand around for an hour like a bump on a log. So

LESSON # 4. FRIENDS WILL FUCK YOU (AND NOT IN THE GOOD WAY) THEY MAY NOT REALIZE THEY ARE DOING IT. BUT THEY WILL FUCK YOU.

Now after all of this bullshit. I am thinking my weekend is going to be a total bomb, but then things start to turn around. i have been trying to get rid of an old pool table for some time, with no luck. But then on sunday afternoon, Richard takes a peak at it, and decides he will take it. This was a real blessing. So then on a whim I decide to truck up to Edmonton to assist in the delivery. This in-turn results in me phoning shauna to see if i can crash at her place. So I call shauna and low and behold who is with her, Mark Ross. My old roomate. The three of us have not all hung out together in almost 8 years. Now things are starting to look up. I get myself to Edmonton, hook up with Shauna, and in turn we hook up with Mark at the Stonehouse (a pub right by our old apartment). I should also note that Shauna still lives in the building that i called home for seven years. It is always nice to go back there, so many memories. Unfortunately some of those memories involve lee (dont worry Lee I wont tell the weewee story lol), so it is sometimes bitter sweet visiting, however, having come to terms with a few things in the past month or so, I was able to look at all the old memories in a positive light, and it felt great.

Hanging with Mark and Shauna taught me a few Lesson. I would love to go into detail about how I learned these lessons, but instead you will have to settle for just the lessons, as i dont want to get into details.

LESSON #5 SOMETIMES FRIENDS DONT CHANGE, AND YOU SORT OF WISH THEY WOULD. (Mark)

LESSON #6 SOMETIMES FRIENDS DONT CHANGE, AND YOU ARE GLAD THEY HAVNT...CAUSE YOU ARE HAPPY THAT THEY ARE WHO THEY ARE. WHEN YOU STAND BESIDE THEM AND THEIR CONSITENT MOVEMENTS, IT GIVES YOU A SENSE THAT YOU WILL BE FRIENDS FOREVER, AND THIS IS A TRULY GREAT FEELING (Shauna)

LESSON #7 SOMETIMES FRIENDS WONT BE FRIENDS FOREVER. IT DOES NOT MEAN YOU LOVE THEM ANY LESS. IT DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE GIVING UP ON THEM. IT DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE GIVING UP ON YOURSELF. ITS JUST MEANS SOMETIMES FRIENDS WONT BE FRIENDS FOREVER.(LeeAnn)

Well that is it for my rollercoaster weekend. It was awesome to touch base with my past. And not the bad past I am trying hard to forget, but the good past. The Good past that involved people like Shauna, LeeAnn, Randy and Mark. I might not have got to see them all this weekend, but I saw enough of them to remind me what it was like to just hang out and not worry about what everyone around me is thinking.

A special thanks to Shauna. I know I dont tell you enough but I love you dearly. I am a better person for having you as a friend. And I hope our friendship keeps growing until we are so old that we forget all these crazy stories about each other. p.s stop dating married men lol