on friday i had the most beautiful job of getting up early and heading to the airport for round 1 of my 2 rounds of super-visits in the month of february (my mom's is the second). my friend crystal, aka elvis, arrived on beautiful blue and green friday morning and we spent a beautiful blue and green day on campus, on the drive and at my house...aoife also visited and hung out with us...which was rad.
me and crystal go way back. except not. which is to say, we are high school friends. (of which i have 2) and yet, we are in this beautiful (and beautifully divergent) path of friendshipdom which has grown more beautiful with each visit i have been back home in calgary. with the obvious exceptions of visiting alanna and my mom, crystal is one of my favourite parts of visiting calg-town. it's beautiful to reconnect, to talk about the things in our lives that are important to us, be they gay girls, children and babies, our favourite colours, our families, or our dreams for the future.
saturday and sunday were spent with wonderful bus connections, delicious meals (duh, mostly prepared by her), amazing hats, discovering record players that work (that '45 player that i found on the curb actually fucking works! i have a turntable!!! in a little red suitcase!!!) smoking pot and me pretending to be the pregnant one. since i was easily the whiniest and complainiest of the two of us, i therefore decided i was going to start pretending i was carrying a baby, (because it was crystal who was the 31 week preggers one...not me!)...so it was all 'eating for two' and bitching about needing to sit down all the time. well, one of us had to...
the weekend was altogether too short, and yesterday she made her way back home. crystal: i wish we lived in a better geographical situation which would allow us to see each other more often, and for longer. somehow, unfortunately, given you uncanny ability to pop out beautiful human beings and my uncanny ability to give my mom entire address books to accomodate my 'transient-problem'...it may be a while...but i've got chya babe. and you've got me. thanks for coming to visit. i loved it.
upon returning home from the airport, i proceeded full on into my anti-valentines' day plans. cd's and cards were exchanged, soy latte's were drunken, and i even went to yoga. (which was amazing, btw.) then aoife and paul came over and we made (which means aoife made and prepared) the best anti-valentines' day chili, mashed potatoes and salad in the history of ever. and then we had the best (vegan) chocolate cake with(vegan) pink icing and a (vegan) broken heart made out of sprinkles on it. it was FANTASTIC.
there was a movie, and some pink wine and some marijuana. this morning, after our sleepover, we all headed to jeff's for gay pancakes, which was the first time i've been over there in like a month...but somehow it felt like i'd never left...
tomorrow: is my JET interview for japan. i'm a bit nervous, but i have a killer outfit, and, frankly, impeccable experience. so here's hoping....cross your fingers ok?
i'll let you know how it goes. ok, that's all i got. now i'm at jeff's listening to paul, chris and kathleen discuss whether there is any gay/party-boy bjork that we can listen to while they prepare for the bar....i'm having a beer and about to delve into some amazing chips. i love potato chips.
if trans-fats ever become illegal, i will die. much love. jackie.
