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Jun. 27th, 2005 02:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
listersgirlWow, it's been a while since I posted (a while for me, at least) -- however did you survive?! Your lives must have been completely without meaning with no random rambling from me.
First, things about you. Happy belated birthdays to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yiskah and brandnewgun! I hope you both had wonderful days filled with friends and laughter. And cake.
And now, things about me. After all, it is my journal.
I think I am better. FINALLY. It only took 3 weeks and a grand tour through my entire inner workings. I am vacationland for bacteria! On Friday I impersonated a grown-up and went to the naturopath, who didn't really have suggestions that would make me feel better RIGHT NOW, but who is all over rearranging my bacteria in order to prevent future pain. So now I am taking oregano oil (which burns, ow ow ow) to kill bad bacteria, and heavy-duty acidopholous (or some such spelling) to grow good bacteria, and there are many more things in my future. Stomach, you better appreciate this!
The timing was good, at least, becausevestra was back in town this weekend, so it was a weekend of socializing and attempting to stay out of the heat. Because, sadly, we are back to clothing-optional weather, although it's not as humid as it was a few weeks ago. It's amazing how different 31 degrees seems when it's "feels like 33" instead of "feels like 42". However, the fact that it was still 29 degrees out there when I went to bed last night is all wrong.
I'm pretty sure there's nothing as fun as hanging out in a restaurant (air-conditioned) for 3 1/2 hours with my girlfriends, eating and drinking and having a brilliant time. Luckily the restaurant had a high noise level all around, so we weren't too obnoxious. At least that's what I'm telling myself.
Saturday was all about staying out of the heat (and therefore out of the apartment), so after lunch withstarfishchick at a cute new (air-conditioned, of course) Thai restaurant on Queen, we proceeded to camp out at the movie theatre and watch Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Which was fun, and funny, if full of tiny little inconsistencies that made me frustrated. Afterward we were so delighted by the lovely coolness that we escorted vestra to her next meet-up, and SFC and I, joined by her boy, decamped to another bastion of air-conditioning and ate more food. Sadly, the wonder of cold air had to come to an end eventually, so vestra and I met up again, and headed back to the apartment, where we threw ourselves in front of the fan and watched Due South. Oh, Callum Keith Rennie.
Sunday was tasty brunch with the remnants of the Toronto goddesses, followed by an hour in an (air-conditioned) coffee shop, because it was just too hot to hang around outside. Finally, though, we braved the heat and the crowds and made our way over to the Pride parade, which I haven't been to in a few years, because I seem to always be out of town for Pride Week. It was...not nearly as outrageous as I remember. Far more random groups walking in support (many unions, at least one large church group, Air Canada) and not nearly enough floats with dancing naked people. Although I hear that at the very end (which we did not see as we were defeated by the extreme sun) there was an S&M float with people being flogged along the parade route. The people on the float, not the people watching.
And now it is Monday. I'm at my (air-conditioned) job, I have very frizzy hair, my side of the conference call is all in agreement to disagree with the other side, I braved the heat at lunch in a failed attempt to find a Fringe program, and my keyboard just spontaneously combusted in the middle of me typing. In short, everything is normal.
First, things about you. Happy belated birthdays to
yiskah and brandnewgun! I hope you both had wonderful days filled with friends and laughter. And cake.And now, things about me. After all, it is my journal.
I think I am better. FINALLY. It only took 3 weeks and a grand tour through my entire inner workings. I am vacationland for bacteria! On Friday I impersonated a grown-up and went to the naturopath, who didn't really have suggestions that would make me feel better RIGHT NOW, but who is all over rearranging my bacteria in order to prevent future pain. So now I am taking oregano oil (which burns, ow ow ow) to kill bad bacteria, and heavy-duty acidopholous (or some such spelling) to grow good bacteria, and there are many more things in my future. Stomach, you better appreciate this!
The timing was good, at least, because
vestra was back in town this weekend, so it was a weekend of socializing and attempting to stay out of the heat. Because, sadly, we are back to clothing-optional weather, although it's not as humid as it was a few weeks ago. It's amazing how different 31 degrees seems when it's "feels like 33" instead of "feels like 42". However, the fact that it was still 29 degrees out there when I went to bed last night is all wrong.I'm pretty sure there's nothing as fun as hanging out in a restaurant (air-conditioned) for 3 1/2 hours with my girlfriends, eating and drinking and having a brilliant time. Luckily the restaurant had a high noise level all around, so we weren't too obnoxious. At least that's what I'm telling myself.
Saturday was all about staying out of the heat (and therefore out of the apartment), so after lunch with
starfishchick at a cute new (air-conditioned, of course) Thai restaurant on Queen, we proceeded to camp out at the movie theatre and watch Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Which was fun, and funny, if full of tiny little inconsistencies that made me frustrated. Afterward we were so delighted by the lovely coolness that we escorted vestra to her next meet-up, and SFC and I, joined by her boy, decamped to another bastion of air-conditioning and ate more food. Sadly, the wonder of cold air had to come to an end eventually, so vestra and I met up again, and headed back to the apartment, where we threw ourselves in front of the fan and watched Due South. Oh, Callum Keith Rennie.Sunday was tasty brunch with the remnants of the Toronto goddesses, followed by an hour in an (air-conditioned) coffee shop, because it was just too hot to hang around outside. Finally, though, we braved the heat and the crowds and made our way over to the Pride parade, which I haven't been to in a few years, because I seem to always be out of town for Pride Week. It was...not nearly as outrageous as I remember. Far more random groups walking in support (many unions, at least one large church group, Air Canada) and not nearly enough floats with dancing naked people. Although I hear that at the very end (which we did not see as we were defeated by the extreme sun) there was an S&M float with people being flogged along the parade route. The people on the float, not the people watching.
And now it is Monday. I'm at my (air-conditioned) job, I have very frizzy hair, my side of the conference call is all in agreement to disagree with the other side, I braved the heat at lunch in a failed attempt to find a Fringe program, and my keyboard just spontaneously combusted in the middle of me typing. In short, everything is normal.