mr_dave

For those of you curious as to why we'd go to Rimbey for a weekend... well.. It was for a wedding. A rather fun wedding which included entertaining twists such as: the maid of honor getting fired the morning of (thusly another maid getting promoted to MoH and Carla getting turned into a BM *poof*), the MoH temporarily losing the bride a few hours before the ceremony and having me answer the door to our hotel room in nothing but a towel, sweltering heat in the Forshee community hall which drove most of the reception attendees outside where it was 15c cooler, and the cancellation of the gift opening so the couple could get away from their families.

They chose to spend the day with us, at cow lake. Where our mere presence broke the heat-spell and brought thunder and lightening and rain over the land. We rule.

And now, back to my regularily scheduled whinging about the stupid things in life.

I need to get the fuck out of my house. It is time. I am going to make this happen by the end of the summer. I'm tired of going to hell and back outside of the house just to come back a house of people who won't listen to me and can't leave me be. It is time for my own castle. My own fortress of solitude

Except I'm brining carla.

And the intarwebs.

And you cool people can visit.

...

So not so much solitude... more... a flying fortress high above the clouds with which to rain terror upon the streets of edmonton with my partners in crime (I want to find an appartment in a high-rise)