But then friends were all "let's go here" and "let's have a BBQ" or "I'm coming to visit."
In other words, it has been a summer full of that utmost first-world problem: I need a weekend from my weekends!
I know, totally doesn't suck and I should really just get over myself.
I haven't even had a chance to talk about a friend coming to visit, visiting the bug zoo, hiking out to Mystic Beach (in the rain, with a hangover), attending the Phillip's Backyard Weekender to see A Tribe Called Red, reciting poetry in a pub bathroom, or drinking too much.
|Our picnic view|
|A wee bit wet but no worse for wear!|
EDIT: Noah's recent tests are showing markers for possibly rejecting the kidney so he's back in the hospital. So some parts of this summer aren't as awesome as they could be. Guess I'll have to keep making crappy motivational jokes with my desk toys.
I attended multiple birthday BBQs because that's what you do when you're birthday falls in a summer month, apparently. I'm not complaining, I just didn't know it was an unwritten rule.
Speaking of BBQ, I got a lovely Texas care package in the mail from Cely.
|BBQ FOR DINNER EVERY NIGHT!!|
I also saw Ghostbusters. Loved it like Chris Hemsworth's Kevin loved himself.
|How saxy! Be still my treble clef!|
And I wrapped up this weekend by attending a Michael Kaeshammer performance. If you are unfamiliar with Kaeshammer, he's a German-born Canadian pianist known for his jazz and boogie-woogie style. His live shows are very interactive; if the music thing hadn't worked out for him, he could have made it as a comedian.
Have a wonderful week, everyone.