I is for Introvert… the long weekend continues

Do you know what sucks about getting older… you lose the ability to sleep in no matter what time you’ve gone to bed.  I’m not quite at the point of getting out of bed at 7 no matter what the day of the week, but I wake up without my alarm – WIDE AWAKE!  I am still able to force myself to go back to sleep for a couple hours, but by 9am it starts to be a losing battle.

Sunday, the Boy had planned a golf date with some other boys.  I was not invited, but instead given the task of feeding them upon their arrival.  At one point my thoughts were to stay home and be oober prepared for the week and make some not for boys food, but when my sister called and asked if I’d like to join her and my mom on a girls date – I reconsidered my options.  Before I left for the day though, I managed to chef up, a marinade for 3 pork tenderloin, a bowl of homemade Tzatziki, and all of the parts of potato salad, including homemade mayonnaise.  I did the dishes and put everything in the fridge.  The boy, who had a tee-off of 1:10pm claimed he felt bad for ditching me with the task of cleaning the apartment.  I say claimed because when he was ready to go and just waiting for his boys to pick him up I said, “You could clean the bathroom while you’re waiting.”  He promptly went to the living room and started practicing his putting.  I said, “I wasn’t kidding!”  A car pulls up.  “Oh, I can’t someone’s here.”  Convenient.

The boys golfed and the girls shopped! Well, not too much we went for specific things and I restrained myself to window shopping – very impressive.  We headed to The Shops at Don Mills and had lunch at Rose Reisman’s new restaurant Glow.  Quick review, food was good, all of us had salads both my sister and I found our dressings a bit sweet, but otherwise good.  Decor, lovely.  We sat outside to enjoy the beautiful day – the patio furniture is soft chairs and couches… lovely.  The service… horrible.  Simply awful.  My mom has since sent a strongly worded letter to the comments email address on the website.  It was that bad.  Bad enough to come home, find the website, and write a letter.  In short, there was a ton of staff – but no one seemed to be doing anything.  Certainly not getting us water, or getting our bill and letting us pay.  Hopefully they’ll heed the criticism and they’ll improve and be successful – but as of now… not good.

We also made a quick stop at my favourite store Anthropologie.  I repeat, I did not buy anything. Impressive.

Boys bonding over Loaded Questions… “get loaded ask questions”

Sister and I came home to my apartment and were quickly met by four starving boys.  We cooked, we drank, we played Loaded Questions, we had a great night.  Highlights – we have another friend getting married! We’re unfortunately not invited – they’re only inviting immediate family so we didn’t make the cut.  They have been dating for about 6 months and they’re getting married this fall.  I think it’s awesome.  When you know, you know.  Congratulations guys  – I’m so excited for you. Unfortunately I’ve “known” for coming up on 8 years… still nothin’.  But I appreciate all of our friends getting married – maybe it will put some pressure on! HA!

Monday. The holiday. The day that makes it a long weekend.  This is why I is for Introvert.  Both the Boy and I had a great time with all of the activities and excitement of the weekend.  But all of this social time was exhausting.  We are introverts.  We need down time, with books, or televised sports, or movies depending on which one of us you’re talking to.  The weekend was exhausting, and we could not have gone to work on Monday after such a busy weekend.  I would have been tearing my hair out and grumpy by Wednesday for sure.  The boy concurs… I would have been grumpy.

We are currently planning our next long weekend – in August.  We’re thinking a trip to Ottawa… and we’re thinking leave Friday and come home Sunday so we can have down time on Monday.  It’s super important to us to have time to chill out.  We both agree that this is one of the reasons we get along so well.  We love our friends.  We love having people over and feeding the masses.  But we require time alone.  Or at least alone together.  Saying nothing.  Doing nothing. I is for Introvert.


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