My husband's band played its first gig last night. They were so amazing. Everything just fell into place & they played better than I've ever heard them by a huge margin. It was great. I got to be a rock star's girlfriend for the evening & I got to be a band manager - even arguing with the event co-ordinator who kept bumping them later into the evening because so many (drinking) people showed up to see them. I don't really blame him, the place could have cleared out after they played, but it upset my band, so I was ON him. Anyway, the glowing rush of fame-by-proxy, I tell ya, there's nothing like it! Yet another teenage fantasy to tick off the list.
ggbun - I know what you mean. My DH is in a band and I have spent several years, going to his shows, toting gear and floggin cd's/band merchandise. It is fun, isn't it
i had a teen-agerish night yesterday myself. It consisted of sitting up REALLY late watching TV and eating bowl after bowl of Peanut Butter Crunch cereal. I was so wired I was still up at 4AM.
Of course I am paying for it today.
As for the band stuff, I dated a guy in a band and went to one of his gigs. It was fun to sit back stage and watch him up there playing and doing his thing. He was such a talented man musically.
Hi all, I'm new to this forum. I've been hanging out in the ED forum and a few gals mentioned that they came here so I decided to check it out. How awesome! I'm loving the recipes (espically vegetarian ones), and the openess. I look forward to stopping in whenever I can. I'm going to continue snooping around now and maybe post a few replys. Hope that you all have a great day!
Normally, May is my favoritest month. It's my birthday month and I proclaim it everyday from May 1st. This year it's not been so grand. Everything has been falling apart. I started have heart palpatations due to stress, blah blah blah. Well, yesterday the Cute Boyfriend's company lost two contracts they thought they had with the government and laid off a bunch of people. He was one of them. Agh! I know he's a talented geek that will find a new job but ARG!
oh jessica - stinky. perhaps it will give c.b. more time to plan a perfect bday for you? maybe you should treat yourself to something relaxing, like a massage, or something else you're maybe interested in, a reiki session, accupuncture, a pedicure or a facial. and have a super happy birthday anyway!
the fam has decided to go camping this weekend. (it's a long weekend here, for you one or two non-cdns) we're not going far - basically loading the bikes & trailer into a suburban commuter train and heading to a campground at the edge of the city. it's a tester to see how the toddler makes out. or, i should say, whether mom & dad can survive the toddler loose in the great outdoors. i'll have to look up and see how many calories in a marshmallow
well last minute change of mind, instead of camping in town, we're going to montreal for the weekend. sortayay, i've only been once since my daughter is born, which is so weird, i'm usually there every few months. so we'll be staying at the hilton, gratis. (fam connex) that's right, seafood buffet saturday night costing nada. rediculously enormous buffet every morning, free. i'm so scared.
i'm trying to think of all the defence mechanisms i have that i can list here to assure you (and, by extension, me) that i can do this and not eat til i'm bloated. repetitively. i can't think of any. so. this. is. what. i've. got. i will eat ONE dinner that i'm not allowed, IF i can fit in 60 minutes of vigorous exercise of some kind, dancing at the tam tam or renting bikes, something. but i have to fit that in. that way i may not fit it in til later in the weekend, and the longer i'm good... and chances are, that dinner will be a steak. so i'll skip the potato and any tempting toppings and i'll still be ecstatic.
and i'll have my favourite crepes in maple butter (that's right, i said butter, you wanna make something of it?! ) just one morning. the morning we go home. that way, maybe i'll forget what it tastes like the first two mornings and be happy with fruit and toast.
and i'll be so so good all the rest of the time, i promise. i'll even journal. cross your fingers for me.
okay, it was too cold and rainy for tam tam or cycling. did quite a bit of walking on sunday though. went to see the new library and walked across town to see what was playing at the rep theatre, then right back to the car as nothing was playing for hours that we wanted to see. saturday we went for dinner at relations' - they had eaten so ordered us in a surprise. yeah, poutine for the ontarians. it's all downhill from there. i had maple syrup. i had sugar pie. holy jeeze. thinking i was being good in the hotel restaurant i ordered what i expected to be lamb on a skewer and got some fatty lamb shank on a bed of noodles and covered in gravy if you can imagine. i didn't eat a noodle and only picked at it. the guilt! i skipped every meal that didn't involve an audience. i weighed myself this morning and so far so good, but i sure don't deserve it. (i love poutine, can i just say? thank goodness i can't get the real thing here at home)
I know what you mean. My DH is in a band and I have spent several years, going to his shows, toting gear and floggin cd's/band merchandise. It is fun, isn't it 
i'll have to look up and see how many calories in a marshmallow 
Eek!
) just one morning. the morning we go home. that way, maybe i'll forget what it tastes like the first two mornings and be happy with fruit and toast.
i'll even journal. cross your fingers for me.
