Alrighty then...

So the better part of Canada Day has past, in a blur of stompy little feet and a birthday party. Now what? I was invited to a party a couple of blocks away from my house last week, but I didn't think to get the exact address and wandering down the street trying to find it seems unappealing and an awful lot of work. Particularily for a party populated by people I don't know very well. Although I must admit, I am somewhat disappointed, since I've never really been to a Canada Day party; what with the crappy jobs that often required working on stat holidays, the fact that Canada and my Mom share a birthday, and last year at this time I was the size of a small office building and had a foot permanently lodged in my bladder. Plus, there was the fact that I haven't actually attended one of this person's somewhat infamous parties (the crappy job thing again - night shifts sure do wreck havoc on a party girl's social life.) Ah well, I think I will survive the heartache, I am sure.