Honey I'm Home and I've Had a Hard Day

Last Thursday was the last time Emilie was in Ottawa; she left her hometown for the past 5 years to drive away with her dad and all her belongings in a white rapist van headed for her real hometown of Scarborough to live with her parents till she gets a job and moves out on her own. But I'll update you on the night before she left....we had a party at her empty apartment since Emilie, Laurice, Jess and Emilie's dad and I loaded all Emilie's stuff into the rapist van while Emilie put clothes in two suitcases. Lol, yes she was SOOO helpful! hahahaha. So as we partied the night away with drinking games, pseudo sangria and using all the booze left in the apartment, Spice Girls music, dancing while the kitchen light strobed and Laurice putting Waka Waka by Shakira on about 18 times in the night, interrupted only by the occasional cry fest as a friend had to leave. At the end of the drunken night, we walked Laurice's drunk ass home and then cabbed to my apartment for Emilie and my final sleepover. After about 4 hours sleep we woke up to cab back to Emilie's to throw out everything left from the party and head for breakfast (for the last time) at Moondog - due to everyone's over intoxication from the previous night, only Emilie and I made it to breakfast lol. After breakfast we chilled on the floor of Emilie's while Laurice finally woke up and met us to chill till Emilie's dad came to get her at 10. While chilling, Laurice told us that after we brought her home, she ended up going for a HUGE run all night long while WASTED! hahaha. Then the time came for her dad to get her and the tears happened (although I held them in good till I left her apartment and headed to the bus stop). She left. The final Emilie in Ottawa moment for me was me crossing the street infront of where we got drunk many times (La Maison), heading to campus bus stop with tears in my eyes and hearing her yell "Bye Lover!" as I turn to see her drive away with her dad....in the rapist van. I decided to bump my flight home up to be immediately after Emilie leaves so that I could get away to see friends and family back home and be distracted if even just for the weekend. It worked....I landed in Timmins. I had a great weekend - jam packed busy as always when I'm home for too short a period. Hung out with my mom and Jean-Guy a lot. Saw my Baba a number of times (even surprised her and went to CHURCH after drinking all the previous day!!). Friday I drank with Jo and did our regular dose of stupid shit and practical jokes in various locations. Saturday was golf tournament with Me, Kaitlyne, Lacey and Jo....so basically a drinking tournament with some golf. We had brought 2 40s of rum and a 26er of Malibu with us and then bought beer while playing too. So much fun! After the tournament and supper, we went to Kate's house for a pool party but the pool was WAY too cold so we settled for drinking games at the kitchen table. Then we headed out to the new strip club to watch the wrinkliest 40 year old stripper use a pole and then headed to other bars before heading our own ways home. Then in the morning i went to church and then had lunch with fam, headed to visit with Brianne for a bit before heading to the airport to fly back to Lonelyville. I arrived in Ottawa and it was instantly weird to not have emilie. We ususally talk on the phone from the time I get on the bus at the airport till I get home planning when we're hanging out that night and this time we couldn't. I hated it and was mega bummed. Thankfully Cassie came to pick me up and bring me to her place to hangout with her and her hubby Brent to cheer me up (and it did). And today?......back to being shitty without Emilie. I want her to come back! But, I'll survive - with the help of all the people I know in Ottawa! So that's been my hiatus in Shania Twain Land!

Back in the Drinking Days

When I was in grade 12, I because friends with two guy Jo and Eryk (brothers) and they became really good buddies of mine. Jo and I were bad influences on each other and when the two of us were around each other stupid shit always ensued. Stupid ideas like starting a band named "Tennis", starting our own meth business in Timmins, starting a male strip club in the north(I still think this is a good idea), stealing random shit like construction signs, and various legal and illegal activites; however, I'd like to say that 90% of the time we were drunk when coming up with our master plans.

The three of us used to play tennis all the time. Tennis is the love of my life! These guys were the ones who taught me how to play and then within 2 years of playing, I was working for the city as the tennis instructor for the summer. We made roadtrips in summer to Sudbury where they have the indoor tennis courts just to play tennis while the snow was around. Nothing makes me feel the same way as playing tennis. But then at some point they got more busy and less tennis playing was occurring (which sucked).

One random day when Jo and I were at Tim Hortons for coffee, he said that he wanted to get a kayak (out of nowhere) and so spontaneously I said I'd get one too! We drove down to Canadian Tire and bought kayaks, life jackets, paddles, and we started kayaking that summer! Hahaha. Ridiculous, but SO much fun! We'd bring beer and tie it to the back of the kayaks so they were in the water dragging behind; but the drag from the beer would slow us down and make paddling SO hard that we had to drink pretty quick. Then drunkenly, we'd fool around with our kayaks in the water; ramming them into each other, sinking them, etc. It was all fun and games till one time I was like "Jo is my back bleeding? it feels like I cut it." And he was like "no". 5 mins later...."Remember when you asked if your back was bleeding? Well it's gushing blood." Hahaha. Have a little scar that still shows up when I'm tanned in the summer.

Although, despite all that, drinking has always been something that remained. We always drank, and usually a lot! In grade 12, the last year before I left for university, I worked full time and was a student part time. But every wednesday Jo and Eryk were off work; so I'd skip every wednesday and the three of us would get breakfast, then do something (often get booze related supplies). And we'd drink early in the day. We started making shooters, like the fancy ones with layers and different colours, etc. We became really good at it too! And trust me, it's not easy when you're drunk trying to do that. But it was fun. Those shooter nights we'd drink like one, maybe two beer in the night and tons and tons of shots. I can't even do a sixth of the number of shots I used to do then! It was ridiculous! Now, when I return to hangout with them and drink, there's not usually shots anymore haha. We're getting old I think. And often I return or am about to return from Ottawa and Jo tells me he's not drinking anymore for various workout reasons, but I think I'm his drinking kryptonite cause he can't refuse when I'm around. We get wasted together.

I miss those times cause I'm not home enough to party and hang out with them. And I miss the stupid, STUPID ideas and things that Jo and I get into. I'm pumped to get home to see them again. Maybe I should try and convince them to come down here (even though Jo never would). I can't wait to party, kayak and play tennis again.


A normal shots night at the Rice house