Oh the shame.

God I really do suck. But whatever. Thanks to Aimee's blog where she has publically outted me for being a bad blogger, I am posting this whilst at work, where I have much important work to do, but will take the time to blogaroo - just for you. OOOh see my rhyming, (how do you spell that friggin word???) I am a talented poet.

Lets see, I went to see The Boyfriend on Saturday. And before y'all get excited

(especially my parents, because I swear they must be growing tired of my pathetic spintster ways, and secretly thanking their lucky stars that my sister got knocked up, because god knows they would have to wait years for a grandchild at the rate I'm going.)

Its a play, a musical actually. And it was fantastic! It was full of jazz hands and tap dancing, and fun costumes, and most of all, SINGING!! Yay. For those who don't know, the story is about a girl and a boy. DUH! She is rich girl attending finishing school in Nice. He is rich boy but pretending to be a poor messanger, so she pretends to be a poor secretary so that he will love her (because everyone knows poor people belong with other poor people). But they both don't know the other is rich and they fall in love. Of course, their signals get crossed and there is the nail-biting moment: Will he come to the ball, will she forgive him his lies? But of course, they both come clean in the end and live together forever, fabulously wealthy.

I love how musicals make being poor sound so wonderful and romantic. Shacked up together in a one room apartment in knitted caps eating stew. All you need is love and all that bullshit. What about food and heat? What about subscriptions to Cosmo? And movies? That costs money people!

Theresa and Andrea and I were like the youngest people there, it was a sea of tight white perms, glistening under the lights. And well, you know how I love the oldies! It was all I could do, to not nudge them along trying to get out of the damn theatre. And the old people perfume smell was a little much. But I survived. I am a trooper damn it.

After the play, we went back to Andrea's and we had cheese fondue. YUM. But I found out there is such thing as too much cheese. It was totally worth it though. I miss fondue, when I was a kid our family used to go to this couple my parents knew, Rick and Louise. All I remember about them is having fondue. Well that and watching the Ewoks movie. Weird what you remember about people. We probably had fondue there one time, but it my memory it was ALL THE TIME.

Oh and I took the Go Train in so I didn't have to drive, and on the way home there were tons and tons of drunk people who had just come from the Mapleleafs game. Lucky me, sat behind an obnoxious girl who called everyone "bitches" and told her friends to "suck her dick, and suck that guy over there's dick and your mothers dick" She was a classy lady. I saw her when I got off the train, and she was this little blonde thing, in stilettos and a hockey jersey, yelling into her phone for someone to "suck her dick". Fun times.

Later bitches, suck my dick. (you know what, that does sound CLASSY).

T-out.