I'm stumped. I think weekends, for a long time now, have been
retreating to some desert island where they sit on bamboo
lawn chairs, drinking coconut flavoured mai-tais, laughing
at the silliness and straight-forwardness of weekdays. 'Oh
the weekdays', the weekends say smugly as they slurp thru
their straws. 'Those guys don't know how to have fun. They
are as strict as conservative fundamentalists and about as
psychologically void, too.' The weekends are fairly non-
muscular folk who sort of look like smiling blobs. But are
they happy blobs? Absolutely. Who wouldn't be happy sipping
mai-tais and sitting on a beach all day?
Today, I went on a boat cruise with Sarah and the rest of her
dorm. It was fun to troll around the Toronto waterfront and
see the city all lit up. The only odd thing about it was the
tickets that clearly read 'GOOD FOR ONE NON-ALCOHOLIC
BEVERAGE'. Yeah. Dang high school girls. They make
everything so difficult.
