Once in the city, we ran a few errands before checking into the hotel, with the most important errand being a visit to the NSLC. In our room, we got comfortable with a stiff shot of whisky and some tunes to get us in the mood for a night on the town!
The concert was amazing. We bounced in our seats during the first set and made it to the stage for the second, dancing and singing and making awkward yet sexual eye contact with Jim Cuddy. For a moment I forgot there were thousands of people behind us and believed they were performing for me and only me. They never fail to blow me away. It was so much fun I'm actually sad it's over.
The night ended with the cab driver taking the guys to the Casino for some late night poker action, and us gals keeping to the hotel. There is nothing quite like the relief you feel when you remove your heels after a night of dancing, but 2am pizza comes pretty close.
Finally home, we crawled in bed and watched The Prisoners. If you haven't seen this movie yet, I suggest you hurry up and get on that. It was so suspenseful, the hair on my arms stood up the whole time. A little warning, if you're a parent watching this movie, you just may go through your television with rage.
Ah yes, Super Bowl Sunday. I always look forward to this day. It was off to a good start as we had gotten up early, enjoyed our coffee and tidied up in preparation for G friends to arrive. I made a large amount of homemade Mac N' Cheese, dips and other munchies and before we knew it there was six hand game of Poker happening in our dining room. It wasn't long after that we were entertaining twelve friends with two very loud televisions and a huge spread of food.
I finally sat down to enjoy the party with my friends and just as I refused a glass of wine on account of work tomorrow, I felt a sudden wave of heat. Then chills... Then a sudden pain in my stomach... I had to excuse myself from the party to go upstairs and... I'll let you guess what happens next... Eventually ending up under my duvet shaking like a leaf trying shake a chill. G delivered some water and a Gravol, and I quickly accepted that I was down for the count. Every twenty minutes was my pace for a whole two hours, so needless to say the party went on without me. It wasn't fun, but it sure made Super Bowl Sunday '14 unforgettable.
How was your weekend?