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Tuesday, June 15, 2004

God Save the Queen


Please pardon my absence, but being part of the Commonwealth means that I was lucky enough to have yesterday off for the queen's birthday. I really have no idea what one would do to celebrate said birthday (have tea, I suppose), but I celebrated by staying in and recovering from the antics of the long weekend. So again this week, new recipe Tuesday will be on Wednesday (I have to actually make the recipe tonight, otherwise it would have to be Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, since that is what I have been eating all weekend).

Salsa Verde!!!

Friday night was supposed to be a cultured affair, meeting up with Sal and company to catch James Morrison at the Basement. Truth be told, I just don't dig jazz. Sure, I love it when a pretty girl is up singing the classics, but the whole instrumental thing doesn't do it for me. I did manage to get a few good pictures, however. So... due to my being antsy and pacing around the joint, we headed off to do some Salsa dancing in The Rocks. Since I couldn't Salsa dance if my life depended on it, I wasn't to keen on the idea, but once I ordered a bottle of champers and started to do the robot and a few backspins, I was good to go. An instructor attempted to teach me the basic steps, but I kept jumping back into electric boogaloo mode. I don't think many of the actual dancers were too impressed, especially when I broke my champagne glass.

Saturday was for recovery, and since my dinner plans were cancelled... eh emmm... I decided to chill by myself with some DVDs. Sunday was another big night, gathering up a whole crew at the Golden Sheaf, and managing to attempt several smooches. No more booze until Sonic Youth on Friday! Well, maybe just a champers...