27 05 2002
Well, this weekend ruled.
After the concert on Friday, Cecilia had a BBQ party for a few friends. Reg called up and asked what I was planning on doing, so I arranged for him, Hwan and Dangerman (for the uninitiated - aka. Reg’s brother, Kendrick) to join us. I suggested that they bring meat since Cecilia wasn’t planning on the extra people. She told me that she had enough food, but we’re big eaters.
Even I was a little shocked when I saw a full minivan arrive with Hwan, Angela, Reg, D-man, Girl and a2chow riding along (Jenning arrived later). While I should have put two and two together to realize that they were also going to come, it was still a surprise. Good thing they brought food!
Angela and I swapped BBQ duty (”It’s my turn now!”), everyone enjoyed the food. There was lots to eat but we managed it all. Definately a success, and only one undercooked sausage in the bunch (my fault *hangs head in shame*).
Saturday, Simone took advantage of some $23 two-for-one coupons for Blue Jays tickets. Reg and Dangerman joined us, and we got 500-level seats behind home base, fifth row up. Not bad tickets considering the fact we got them at the ticket window half-an-hour before the game started. Unfortunately, we were surrounded by Cleveland Indians fans on all four sides. There were more Indians fans there than in Cleveland!
The Jays lost 3-1, but they made a good game. Not ultra-exciting, but it was close enough to make it fun.
That was the weekend… Monday was another story…
When I woke up, the washing machine was already running. I talked to the father of the family upstairs this afternoon and asked him not to wash before 9:00 AM if possible, and he seems fine with that. However, before this afternoon was this morning.
I heard when the washing machine went on, and when I thought it was done, I wandered into the shower. Well, as it turns out the machine was only between cycles. Set to cold, that eliminated all pressure in my shower. I have one of those little showerheads that balances the hot/cold water, but when there’s no cold water to balance, the only choice is a blast of scalding hot water.
Cold water is harsh, but hot water is potentially damaging… especially when you’re nek’d!!!
I turned off the water, and started shaking myself off before toweling down. On one downstroke of my arms, my left middle finger hit a metal rail. Very, very painful. But that’s not where the morning ended…
I pulled a “Paul”.
Main Entry: Paul
Pronunciation: ‘pol
Function: verb
Etymology: Latin Paulus, from Greek Paulos or Paul Brown
: to cause foreseeable grief to one’s own self through any action or inaction.
Simply speaking, I wanted to see how accurate the red line on my Ford Escort’s fuel gauge is. I guessed wrong.
The car made it to the offramp of the 404 at Steeles, when it started to shake. I managed to get it over to the shoulder (across two lanes) before it cut out. Luckily, there was a gas station a short walk away, but I still had to blow $12 on a gas can. Actually, they could charge $30 or more for those things and you’d still have to pay it.
All day I smelled like petrol. I still do. I’ve washed my hands and arms several times, including a few times with lemon juice (a recommendation from Paul, the expert).
All this in my first waking hour of the day. Beyond a sharp pain that appeared in my right shoulder around two o’clock, not much else disasterous has happened, but I’m still carrying a bit of venom over today.
Perhaps it was simply to balance out the cosmos for how great my weekend was. Maybe God’s back to his old, sadistic tricks again. Whatever.
