I'll be upset if nobody knows what that title is in reference to. C'mon, people! It's a classic children's story!! (Hint: It's the other title for The Hobbit)
Anyway, the rest of my weekend was pretty good. On Saturday night, I hung out with Ward and watched Big Trouble in Little China. I haven't seen that movie in like 12 years! Possibly longer! It's pretty lame. I think it was mostly the dialogue that was lame...oh, and the neon trimmed skull room...that too.
Ward and I talked a lot, but that's what always happens when we see each other. We can talk about anything for hours. I love it! We'll talk about anything from movies, to music, to grass sometimes. It's great fun!
The next day, Ward had a wedding to go to, so I tried to call Friend Robyn. When I couldn't get a hold of her, I called Jim up, cuz I knew he wanted to see me. We met at the Tempo station (now the Shell station...that gas station has been changed so many times, it's hard to keep strait any more) by Rutherford mall, cuz Jim wanted a slushy. He bought me one as well, and then we went back to his condo. He showed me his Japanese Playstation 2 and a hockey game that was all in Japanese. I had to keep asking him what everything said. Usually he would forget that I don't know that language, so I had to keep reminding him. At about 2, Robyn called my cell phone, and she came to pick me up at 4. Jim had to go house sitting with Aya, so he didn't mind. But before I left, he gave me my birthday present. I got a VHS copy of Kill Bill. I was so excited! I LOVE this movie. In fact, Dan and I just finished watching it.
Robyn had to go pick up Jon downtown, and then we went to a little restaurant called Alice's. I rather liked the food there. All I had was a chicken caesar salad and garlic toast though. We also met a friend of Robyn's called Chris. He seems like a very nice fellow. I hope I get to meet him again. At some point, the discussion of parents and names came up, and when I mentioned that Mom and Dad's real first names were Mary and Joseph, Chris was totally floored. He just thought it was amazing. I always thought it was just amusing. I'd never seen anyone react that way when I'd tell them this little tid-bit before. Neither of my parents go by those names though. My mom has been called Pam since childhood as far as I know, and the same with my dad (No, he wasn't known as Pam...his name's Wayne).
After "lunch" (for lack of a better word), Robyn had to go to a staff barbeque. She dropped me off at home, and said she'd call me when they were done. I didn't actually get a phone call till about 2 in the morning, but I was already asleep by then anyway and didn't hear the phone.
I got a phone call this afternoon, as my parents were driving me back to Victoria. It was Robyn apologizing for not getting back to me till so late. I guess she's finally got a coffee date with "Dreamy Sam". She's so excited, and I couldn't hold a grudge against anybody of I tried. So I've promised her I'd let her know the next time I'm in town (but you can always head down this way too, Robyn. I'd be happy to have you).
Oh, and speaking of the ride back to Vic...There was some guy in a van just in front of our car, and he started drifting all over the road, and then veering back into his lane. He almost hit us. As my dad passed him, we could see that he was attempting to drive down the highway at 110 km/h while playing a trumpet. I'm totally serious too! This guy was holding a trumpet in one hand, while trying to drive with the other! You're not even supposed to talk on a cell phone while you're driving! What makes him think that playing a whole instrument is any better!?!
Honestly, if the only time you have to practice a trumpet is while driving, you have to learn how to manage your time better.
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