Pennies on my floor

I don't know how they got there, but there are two of them. I think they are keeping each other company. I know that's what I'd be doing if I were on my floor...

Ottawa was a great trip, so many thanks to Jenna for putting me up. Of course we walked around the Parliament buildings (less obtrusive than I'd expected) and skated on the canal (mildly mushy, but I still feel much more Canadian now). My favourite quote/moment (after the set from our pre-drinking escapades) has to be, "So I get up and stumble out into the kitchen, and there's 'No-Pants-Jenna' passed out on the couch." No pants indeed. Questions arose the next morning: How did she get there? How did the keyboard fall out of the desk? Why are there little muddy footprints across the living room floor? Why don't I remember paying the cabbie? What exactly did I say to that guy? My favourite question asked the night before: Why aren't you having sex with that guy right now? I had several good reasons actually, and frankly, none of them were any of his business.

Of course, being shown a good time ends some time, and my brutal train was delayed and I got home and almost cried when I was running late for Rajeev's birthday dinner and my jeans were too small (okay, I had a fat day, what do you want from me?). So, I figured that crying wasn't the best plan, that I didn't feel much like shmoozing anyways, and I gave in to my exhaustion, watched Clerks and went to sleep. Amazing.

Clerks, by the way, is so much funnier after you have spent some time as a clerk. I loved the conversation about 'types of customers you hate'. If you are confused, please refer to my post from Tuesday of last week.

As for the rest of my evening, there's a Superbowl party in the works and apparently a keg with my name on it (as well as a 'garbage-can-full' of punch... yikes) so I might be heading on up. Beforehand, however, there's still the fallout from Thursday to be dealt with, so I will try to read while I wait for a phone call. Stay tuned...