I haven’t felt like writing much this week. I think I’m suffering from some kind of post-travel let down. I’ve been working from home all week (so. freaking. THANKFUL for that part of my job!) so at least a lot of the house stuff has gotten done (not all of it, but still).
Thomas and I are already talking about the next vacation, one we’ll be able to take together instead of these separate arrangements we’ve been making the last two years. We went to Palm Desert in 2011 with my family, but there’s the catch: with my family. This would be our first vacation together, alone.
We’re looking to go to Italy for three weeks in April. He’s excited about the food, I’m excited about the culture, and we’re both excited to have three uninterrupted weeks together. I’ve said it once before and I’ll say it again: restaurants are a cruel mistress. He needs to be there more often than not, so we’re lucky if we get one or two days a week together (usually one, and usually one of us was working prior to spending any time together).
I’ve been busy since coming back to Calgary as well. Plans with friends every night it seems — I went over to K’s house one evening for wine and dinner (thanks again!), had my other friend K over the next night and introduced her to one of my favourite shows, Nurse Jackie. Then I went to the bar with a couple buddies last night. That didn’t turn out as well as intended, and I ended up having a really negative flashback experience. It totally caught me off guard and shocked my system, so I spent the large majority of the rest of the night reeling from that. Thank God for Thomas, seriously.
I downloaded one of my favourite old school Nintendo games the other day: River City Ransom. If you’ve never played, A) you should totes download it, it’s in the Wii store for $5, and B) I can sum it up for you in a couple sentences. You’re a gangster in a city looking for your buddy’s girlfriend. You beat the ever-living shat out of other gang members and steal their money to buy things like steam sessions and sushi to replenish your energy. And yes, it is as fun as it sounds. But GOD it’s hard playing by yourself. Those damn gang members double-team me. WHY WON’T THEY JUST LET ME KNOCK THEM OUT WITH MY CHAINS? I’ll never know.
Okay, back to either unpacking, RCR, or procrastinating. We’ll see which one wins (but my money would be on procrastinating). Eventually, I’ll be taking photos of the new abode. I know everyone in Internet safety is adamant that you don’t publish details of the inside of your house, but I don’t really have anything to steal but wine and cats. If the thief could escape with the 300lb television and their life, I’d be too impressed to call the cops.