I’ll do the reflective thing when I’m more alive.
Party was super-fun, good times all around. Except for the boring parts, which actually weren’t too terrible.
But first, SKATING at Nathan Philips Square with Leila/Sophie/Shankar/William/Roger(and…Joyce?)/Philip/Curtis/AnyoneIForgot. So much fun. “I’M LEARNING!” I kind of sort of can almost skate. And I almost don’t get scared when people drag me. Everyone was cold and I was INCREDIBLY crabby at Eaton Centre afterward, though. Appy polly loggies to all who had to put up with my angry, cold bitchy self. Still fun, bus ride to Kennedy with Shankar was jones (”OH MY GOD IT’S HANNIBAL LECTER.” “Who?” “He’ll rip your face off!” “OH NOES(this conversation transcription was approximated)”) subway ride there was absolutely hilarious… “HEAD COUNT!” “AAH DOORS ARE CLOSING”, rushing the train and scaring passengers shitless, attempting booth pictures and failing, etc etc, just random giftie madness. Actual Nathan Philips Squareness was killer, as I said. Being dragged about unexpectedly by Roger/William.
“I can shuffle okay,” (”NELSON! NELSON!” “I don’t think that’s his name!” “TYWO KID! TYWO KID!” “HE TURNED AROUND! OH NO, WHAT’S HIS NAME!?”) (”OH NOES SEAN DESMAN!”) Yes, ladles and gentlespoons, Sean Desman himself was preforming on the stage (some sort of rehearsal for the thing that evening which Roger and his sister stayed for.). To Eaton Centre, where we were lost and confused for a while, then out to the party.
“You know it’s a Markham party when they bust out the mah-jong.”
That’s right. We went ALL THE WAY TO THE UNIVERSE’S COLON AND SURVIIIIVED, BITCHES. Waited several thousand years for a bus. Scared the TTC worker standing there because there was nothing else to do. Offered some sketchy-looking skaters cookies. They took them. Then gave them back. Omar is a bastard at 20 Questions and I Spy, so Philip and I wouldn’t play with him anymore..
Kim(to Omar): “Put that away, you’ll get robbed!”
Random Gina: “No he won’t, this is Markham.”
FINALLY, after several thousand years more, got to Willie’s. Settled in, sat around, played with the flat iron. Various ridiculous conversations. Good old-fashioned Markham fun(It’s almost an oxymoron, non?). Manhunt. Countdown. BIRTHDAY WHISKEY (that was shared). Frantically calling people. “I’m a legend in Japan.” “GRAND CHAPEAU!” Pranks on anyone who fell asleep, or at least attempted pranks. Listening to gossip. “How was your hot raunchy sex with fill-in-the-blank?” Breakfast madness….
Michii and I made breakfast. Noodles/oatmeal. I think together with the added help of some bricks and maybe a bit of sheet metal, one could have built a reasonable bomb shelter with these two dishes. But people ate them, because by then there was no more food.
“It still tastes weird.” “Add more (fill-in-the-blank)!” “THAT’S SO SKETCHY!” “Crasin races!” and so on and so on. Scaring people awake. Being scared out of my one hour of sleep by Hiroto.
All in all, excellent fun. Hopefully I’ll be able to have this much fun (and still survive grade 11!) for the rest of the year!