Our legs got us in the back of a cop car

This weekend was fun. Friday night I went to cabaret with Shannon. Shannon works here doing the same position as me in another department, we get along quite well. Shannon and I went to the Vanier Cup Cabaret at the fieldhouse on Friday. It was -30 C with the windchill that night. Shannon wore a miniskirt, because we thought we could just park the car in the lot outside of the fieldhouse and run in. But we found out that those lots were reserved for VIPs and Volunteers, the closest places to park were in the fieldhouse parkade, 3 blocks away or at the University Campus and shuttle across the street. We decided to see if we could shuttle across. They told us to park in the X,Y, Z lots at the university. But neither of us went to the UofS and the volunteers couldn't explain to us where these lots were so we ended up driving around the university campus trying to find these lots. We were hopeless, but a cop car just passed us. Shannon honked at the car and it stopped. The cops were more than happy to help us find a place to park the car on campus and they gave us a ride from the car to the fieldhouse. We invited them in, but they said they'd be there later, on duty. So it was barely 9pm and we'd already gotten a ride in a cop car.

The cabaret was alright. It wasn't worth the money we paid. There were 3 bands that maybe played 2 hours of music total. And no DJ in between bands, this was supposedly a 10 hour cabaret. Plus there were no cheap drinks! Drinks were $5 each by ticket, and there was no deal if you bought more tickets. But we had good company with the work guys. Paul's friend was hitting on me. But I wasn't really into him, he was kinda arrogant. It was kinda fun making excuses to get away from him though. Some old dudes were trying to dance with me and Shannon on the dance floor. We giggled and then literally ran away. Poor old dudes.

Saturday, I had a party at the condo. Went shopping all day with the girls, Barbara, Toni and Shannon. We had a giggle fit about some of the outfits in La Vie En Rose, at one point in time we had all 5 sales ladies in the back with us to see what all the giggling was about. Then at night we ended up going to The Pat. It was crammed in there. I guess some guys were trying to pick a fight with Marshall. But I got some speaker dancing in, and fun was had. The Pat is a couple blocks away from my place so it was a nice walk home and most people slept at my place. Sunday was a very very fun recovery day. And this week I'm tired. All the above takes alot out of a person. I'm not 19 anymore where I could stay at the Owl til 2 or 3 and get up at 7 to work at Superstore at 8.

I'm old. In fact I decided that next year I will turn 24 again. Kinda feel like I missed out on a year. Plus I don't want to be a quarter century old. Therefore I will be 24 again in July 2007.