Where to begin?

It was a helluva weekend, and I saw a lot more of the province I ever thought I'd see in such a short period.

I will start on Thursday:

Thursday: Leave 2 hours late with Mr. Consultant. We drive south to a city 2 hours away and purchase $1200 worth of groceries at Costco - that's 4 carts, packed to the brim. It was fun, but I lost my appetite for the next 2 days. We leave the city at about 3pm and start the 5 hour northern trek. We arrive at our destination at around 8:30pm. We unload our van, pack away the groceries, and end up repacking the van of stuff we will need in our chalet. We prepare things for the next day, watch the Apprentice and go to sleep.

Friday: Wake up at a reasonable hour and get started preparing for the day. The 'cooks' show up late so I spend most of the day cutting vegetables. I still smell onion on my hands. We set up for supper, eat, chat with the attendees and then start drinking.

Saturday: Workshops all day. I videotapped the procedings, but always seemed to miss the best stuff, of was standing at the wrong place at the wrong time. Oh well. I learned two things this weekend. I am an awkward person who generally thinks and acts to the world differently than most people. Hence, it takes me longer to do simple things because I don't always think effectively. The other thing I have learned is that I was always like this, and will always be like this, and you can't deal with it, bugger off. I just need to teach myself not to be so hard on myself.
Saturday Night: As soon as I popped the top of my bacardi, Mr. Wonderful calls to tell me his father had an accident and severed his thumb. He was being sent by ambulance to where I was so I was going to see him that night afterall. I ran around to find them a chalet. I found one, but it was being occupied by several rowdy people, so it was a no go. Mr. Wonderful arrived back from the hospital at about 1:00am, just as I was kicking the last person out and about to settle into bed myself. I was exhausted, and looked like hell. I was ready to wow MW the next day by wearing my best, pushiest bra, and the nice shirt everyone likes, but the unfortunate accident of Mr. Wonderful Senior put a wrench in it. No matter, we had great sex anyway.

Sunday: Woke up, begrungingly, and helped with breakfast. Filmed more footage, then tried to pack as quick as possible so as not to keep the Wonderful Family waiting. We hoped in the pick up and drove the half hour north to MW's house. Barely a word was spoken. Note to self: Should a wedding ever be in the picture, conversation cards may be helpful for all families involved. Also, book translator in advance. Eep.
Anyway. Arrived at house. MW Senior unpacked the pickup in about 1.3 seconds, with his bandaged, mangled hand, even. They left ASAP. MW showed me around his house (very nice, though the furniture leaves a lot to be desired). He went back to work while I read and napped, interrupted by more sex, and a house inspection. After supper, we went for a walk to rent a movie. I showered and got in my comfy clothes to cuddle on the couch while watching Constantine. Oh, alliteration. Neat. Sunday night was spent listening to George Carlin on the Ipod and then, uhm, more sex.

Monday: Ugh. After still more sex, we get up to drive to the supposed pick up location for the shuttle. Long story short, everything got FUBARed and the shuttle left without us. We miraculously bummed a car and MW drove me 45mins to where I could take a bus back home. I arrived with about 20 minutes to spare, in the pouring rain. I rode for 4 hours and finally got home last night.

All in all, though, no complaints.

Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JALLAPENO!!!!


One last thing... Is hotmail down, or is it just me?