A right thumping in an Ultimate Frisbee game puts one in the mood to blog...

Saturday was date night for Orange and I. Having both worked during the day and with it being hotter than two squirrels fighting inside a wool sock (what...?) we opted for the easy route of dinner and a movie. Unfortunately, unless you want to risk getting shived by the underworld demons who frequent the downtown mall, you're somewhat forced to see your film at one of two mega complexes. The one or two independent theatres we have cater to a "mature audience" with the late show commencing at 9:00 (if you're lucky) which makes for a rushed dinner date, not to mention the endless candy wrapper crinkling and frequent bathroom breaks required by the other film goers.

So off we trot to the cleaner of the two theatres in the new part of town (meaning you don't have to hose yourself down with hand sanitizer in between handfuls of popcorn and touching the arm rest), thinking we'll eat at one of the restaurants in the complex.

Now... I'm going to digress here for a minute: I'm part of a design team for a relocation of a building at work, so I know for a fact that there are parking requirements for any new build, as in a certain number of parking spots are required when you're planning out your space. The lot we were planning to park in tonight is a communal lot for the movie theatre, Kelsey's, Milestones, Montana's, Starbucks, your mom's house, etc. etc. etc.

This photo is taken from where we parked in comparison to the back of the building we were planning to eat at, because apparently (along with our invitation to the GD block party) we also didn't get the memo that everyone and their everybody's were planning to be in this mall tonight, or is it that 35 parking spots for 5 major retailers isn't enough?

Mama LL would not approve of this parking spot. On a positive note, I suppose I worked off my lettuce cups and spinach salad on the post-dinner three hour hike to the movie theatre ticket counter. The downside is, being that it was date night and not my next half marathon choosing fancy shoes instead of sensible shoes resulted in blisters, and I had to leave Orange behind when he fell down due to exhaustion and dehydration. I left him curled next to a Kia sucking on a wet wipe.

why don't I have this?

Amazing.

Throw down:

My mother makes the best scrambled eggs.

Beat that.

Canada isn't the only thing that aged this weekend...

Orange and I spent the weekend at the cottage with his younger siblings and their friends. We had a lot of fun--lots of "boy-type" activities involving BB guns and chainsaws and illegal firecrackers purchased from the Aboriginal Reserve 15 minutes down the road...

Translation: I relished a great deal of time all aloney-on-my-owney in a deck chair with the company of Mr. Sun and two good books (Amy and Isabelle and The Other Side of the Bridge.)

That said... While great company, the brothers and sisters have aged me. 'Tis true. As if merely being 32 were punishment enough, it was their description of my iPod tunes as "classic old school". And then there was the time I referenced a timeless scene from the movie Anchorman only to be met with blank stares (none of them knew what I was talking about!):

Ron Burgundy: Discovered by the Germans in 1904, they named it San Diego, which of course in German means a 'whale's vagina'.
Veronica Corningstone: No, there's no way that's correct.
Ron Burgundy: I'm sorry, I was trying to impress you. I don't know what it means. I'll be honest, I don't think anyone knows what it means anymore. Scholars maintain that the translation was lost hundreds of years ago.
Veronica Corningstone: Doesn't it mean 'Saint Diego'?
Ron Burgundy: No. No.
Veronica Corningstone: No, that's - that's what it means. Really.
Ron Burgundy: Agree to disagree.

This scene is amazing.

Damn them for being 18! Damn them for only being 11 when this movie came out in theatres! I have a sudden urge to apologize to my father for flippantly dismissing his recommendation I watch the movie MASH or give Doug and the Slugs a chance.

*stumbles off to look up the meaning of 'swag'*

(A term I'm told the kids these days are using...)