Sunday, 19 June 2011

In the end, everything will be well.

Nice week. Fight on Tuesday, then making amends on Wednesday. I didn't go to an exhibit at the AGO that contained my Jane's Walk project, but I went downtown that day and had sushi at Queen and Spadina. On the way back I even saw the ex-teenager Lilian and her wife Zulema. Thursday I played paintball with my coworkers and I realized it actually hurts to be shot. Friday I was falling apart, but even still I walked around.

Saturday was Lilian's birthday celebration, and Mareks thought he couldn't attend. We planned a brunch afternoon to make up for it, so we went to this nice vegan/organic place on Dundas. Despite the microscopic fruit servings, I enjoyed my meal. We walked around for a bit, and chatted at the girls' apartment. Then, we came back home and as we were about to leave for PMRI, we realized Mareks didn't have to go that day. We decided to go to back to Lilian's celebration, so we bought a board game at Value Village and ate at Harveys before heading back.

Once we got there, we found David, Ben, Natalia, and Miles. We played Apples for Apples for some time (boring =[), and then Miles had to drive Natalia up to Markham so she could start her terrible work shift. Mareks got a ride with them, while I stayed playing Taboo with the remaining people and the newly-arrived Raff. We had fun, but only for a short period of time, since David went back to being Cinderella because he doesn't like the blue night line. I took the ttc with him and Ben, and then I got home much earlier than anticipated.

On Sunday my body was still aching from the intense week, but I still walked around since the weather was nice. My neighbour dropped by to ask about my landlord's contractors, and we ended up having a chat for a while. She thought I spoke Arabic, as many people here do, and then she was happy when I said I was from Brazil - I'm privileged not to have such a bad stereotyped background. And that should be it. Too much "then" in this post...

Feliploko; if things are not well, it is not the end.

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