City Beat Charm.

Friday night after work we went to Moose Jaw to visit Jesse's mom. We stayed at his grandparent's house in a bedroom straight out of the seventies. Wood paneling, seven different floral prints and orange crystal lamps. His Grandpa talks like Saruman from Lord of the Rings. I felt really grown up going home with a boy, meeting his parents and then sharing a room. What else, what else? Oh yeah, I went to a party where everyone was smoking hash and I felt really uncomfortable. Greeeat.

Saturday night was Aimee's birthday party. Two chicks got into a huge fight wherein one of them almost broke a glass on the other one's head. It was just insanely busy and there were people everywhere. It was impossible to maneuver through the crowd. Santa Claus was there and so was every single person that we went to high school with. It was one of those nights. I had one shot, smoked too much, danced a lot, and got punched in the face. Yeah, you heard me. Punched. In. The. Face. I told Jesse and he drove all the way in from his party in Moose Jaw to make sure I was all right. I told him not to, but he did and it was kind of the most romantic thing he's ever done. Then we watched Chilly Beach. Not so romantic.

Sunday night we went to a hockey game, Canada vs. Sweden, and we crushed Sweden. It was a real chippy* game in which we won 6-2. Afterwards we went to 7-11 and got nachos with that really gross (read: delicious) cheese. Rounded out with an early bedtime, making it a really good date. Apparently I'm just a boy now, hockey and nachos never used to constitute for a great date.

Favorite quote from the weekend?
"Yeah, I don't know who would win in a fight. Both of my moms are missing teeth." And they totally are.


*Chippy apparently means that there was a lot of fighting and cheap shots. I learned that this morning.