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My weekend, much like every other, was full of activity and over way too soon. True, it’s only Sunday morning, but I’ve done so much since Friday after work that nothing sounds more appealing at this point than staying in bed watching Deadwood all day.

On Friday evening, I swung by to pick up Jenny before hitting Urban Fare for delicious raw eats. After taking 30 seconds to glam up, we made our way to meet up with a few friends as we’d all been invited to the Lotus Sound Lounge to hear the birthday girl, being Phaedra, at the decks. Anyone who knows me knows that I just do not go out. Take-out, wine and movies will always win, hands down. But in all honesty, it was actually great to get out with a few close friends, burn the garlic off my tongue with some vodka and catch up.

She’s amazing, by the way.

Which one of us is the other Boleyn girl? You decide.

Raul was definitely out to have a good time.

Peanut’s still in my charge until sometime this evening, and make no mistake about it: three dogs is a huge handful! Somehow I’ve manage to avoid complete chaos, and I’m so thankful that he, Benji and Casey all get along really well. Saturday’s forecasted rain managed to hold off long enough, so Susan and I made a quick stop at Starbucks before taking the Goof Troop (as I affectionately like to call them) to Trout Lake Park for a walk and a chance to run around and stretch out their little legs.

All three were exhausted after and fell asleep in the car. I tried to snap this picture before they woke, but just seconds before I turned my camera on, Peanut had his eyes closed and his chin rested on the edge of the seat, Benji was sleeping so neatly like a little gentleman and Casey had passed out with his chin resting on Benji’s back. It was perfect.

The only unplanned surprise of the weekend was a tea date with Becky. Being that she was in the neighbourhood for DrupalCamp, we made an impromptu visit to Farfalla for my favourite cookies. In fact, just looking at this photo has me convinced I may need to go grab another one (or two) today. Bad, I know.

I had one more commitment to keep before I could call the rest of the weekend my own. A few years ago, when I’d broken up with a now ex, it didn’t take me long to discover that spending time dancing my little heart out at Celebrities was a cure-all for getting over jackasses. I met some really fantastic guys who adored me and yet didn’t try to take me home at the end of the night - the most desirable balance.

My good friend Andrew was turning 29 (for the first time - really), and wanted to get friends together for the evening. The plan was to start at the Atlantic Trap and Gill on Davie (being that he’s from the east coast) and finish up at Celebrities. The truth is, after the previous night, I couldn’t have felt further from wanting to go out, but I really wanted to see some special friends that I hadn’t spent time with in a long while. I decided to ditch Celebrities but show face at the Trap and Gill, and nursed bottles of San Pellegrino with lime all night instead.

The highlight of my evening was definitely my reunion with my dear friend Stathi, whom I hadn’t seen in forever. We used to get together all the time on Saturday nights when everyone else was going out to Celebrities, and stay in with food and movies instead. It’s a national tragedy that a chiseled Greek man, so beautiful, is so…untouchable. Such is life. Le sigh.

So what have we learned from my weekend re-cap? Just that Deadwood and chocolate-dipped espresso shortbread cookies are the focuses of my Sunday.