glorious weekend in review.

If every weekend was like this past weekend, I'd be one happy, relaxed and well-pampered Eve.

Kicked off the weekend with a concert at Mississauga Living Arts Centre with Chet Lam & At Seventeen. Mags and I didn't get lost driving there, so that's already a good sign. Our seats were a little odd cuz we were sort of staring at the top of their heads the whole time. We were also in an excellent position to observe people. (dude or chick, mags, dude or chick?!?) The music was fantastic. Thanx for telling me about it, Magaggie.

We headed over to Maggie Lau's house in thornhill after the concert so Magaggie can see a friend before she left the next day. Maggie Lau showed me some horrendous birthday/christmas cards I gave her when we were little. Not only were there numerous spelling mistakes, but apparently in a couple of cards that featured a little girl standing with her small dog, I labelled the dog with "Maggie" and the little girl with "Evelin". So to sum up, when I was 8 years old, I thought calling my best friend a dog was a good thing. Hmm. What? I was young. It was cute.

Bright and early Saturday I headed over to my hair guy and sat in the chair for almost four hours for this. First bleach, then applied the purple twice, then one more application to lock it in. Good thing I brought a book with me.

Went home, had some cake with my family, (Mmm, I think there's still a slice left!) and then met up with Edwin, Dom, Jenny, Terence and Ab for sushi at Sushi on 7. Food was fabulous, the service was quick and once again I think we pissed off most of the other patrons. Our laughter comes in two volumes, loud and louder. Jenny, why do you have to be obscene? We already have a pic like that with yours fingers instead of chopsticks. *me duck and run away*

Oh, and Edwin? If a friend would seriously ridicule you if your two year planned failed, you should give that friend the broken face. I'll gladly help out.

Is it me, or does that guy look like he's about to pee on one of those cars?? And I need to figure out how to use the camera properly. Or learn to control my shaky hands.

Sunday started with dim sum at my favourite chinese restaurant. Then a 45-minute massage at the spa at Times Square. She recommended the hot stone treatment and I must say, all the tension in my upper back and lower neck are now gone. Replaced by one big massive bruise on my upper back. She warned me of this, said that most people get bruised on their first massage because they don't relax enough. Oh well, at least my neck doesn't feel as tight anymore.

Then off to shopping at Yorkdale, followed by dinner at the same chinese restaurant I dimmed summed at only hours before. Mmm, peking duck. They really should ban the waiters from talking while they are skinning the duck on their little cart though. Or at least have a spit-protector over the cart or something. Geez.

Met up with Jo, Mike, and Camel after dinner for bbt. Brought a camera with me with the intention of giving them a taste of their own medicine. But alas, fidgety Mike and gadgety Camel tested out all the features instead. I did manage to get my camera back at the end and see how they duck? COWARDS!!*Bwahaahahah!!!* I like Jo's new longer haircut. It's more friendly.

As excellent as this weekend was, it ws missing something. Something just wasn't quite right. It would've been 8.5 times more fanta-bulous if you were here, hun. Oh well, one down, just two or three more to go. And we'll make up for it in 25 days, right? Riiiiight?

This entry has taken me more than three hours to post. I think I'll stop here. It's hard to concentrate when you are watching TV. Has anyone seen Kitchen Confidential? Are Cooper's blue eyes real? There must be some sort of filter or some magic touch-up or something. Pretty funny show though. Half hour chef/restaurant sitcom? I'm game.

Prison Break is getting a little too graphic for me. I don't really enjoy shows that have too much blood and violence. I can handle CSI since everything is after the fact. But to actually watch crazies plot and scheme and be terrified for the good guy? Augh. I muted a good part of the show because I couldn't stand the screaming and the sound of the beatings. Probably why I am not a big fan of watching 24 by myself.

time for: shower. and then sleep. and maybe a little bit of reading.