Youth Gone Wild (Sebastien Bach Style)

Yikes!

Has it really been THAT long since I've posted?

So much to update, so little time before bed.

So, I will stick with some highlights.

Last weekend, I had a wedding shower! Thrown by Ty's aunts, especially for me (2 of his mom's sisters -- Patty and Leslie, and her sister-in-law, Irene). It was really wonderful of them -- I can't tell you enough just how lovely Ty's family is. Now I know that everybody knows someone who is ultra-kind, ultra-lovely, ultra-all-around-GREAT, but let me tell you, these women would give that person you know a run for your money. I honestly cannot stress enough how welcoming and warm these women are.

Now -- as for the actual shower part -- I have to tell you, it is entirely weird to have all that attention well, “showered” on you. I was extremely nervous. Like, "wow, are people noticing the sweat beads on my forehead" nervous. I kept thinking, am I opening this too slow (is everyone totally bored) or I am ripping through these too fast (is everyone thinking how absolutely rude I am). ANYWAY -- to say the least, I am now more prepared for what exactly goes on at a shower. (I should point out that no one "cleansed" me so as to prepare me for marriage. Damn -- maybe that's a special request you must put in beforehand?)

Hmmmm. Ok, get ready for this. Our house got egged. Yep, you read that right. We move into East Charleswood and our house gets egged. Go figure. We did, however, manage to catch the little shits that did it. We got the license plate of their car (a black BMW) and we went to their house. And – that’s when things went a little sideways. First off, no one lives in their ridiculously huge house during the week because they live in Vancouver. Secondly, the BMW does not belong to either parent, but rather it belongs to the 16 YEAR OLD son. Are you kidding me? Really? Your 16 year old drives a beamer? How incredibly, incredibly annoying of you. Anyway, the kid doesn’t live there during the week, because he is a boarder at St. John’s Ravenscourt. He only goes home on the weekends.

So, good old mom reveals to us, immediately after we tell her that her son egged our house – twice – that her “son is a good kid, it was probably one of his friends that made him do it”. To this I say -- obviously. What kid who has such incredibly supportive parents (I mean, only the supportive kind buy BMWs for their 16 year olds) would throw eggs at the new peeps on the block?

I requested an in-person apology. I will most certainly be back on her doorstep if I do not get one by the end of this week.

Heading to Calgary this weekend...cannot wait! I am more than excited (overjoyed, even) to see everyone!

And as an administrative note – as soon as I find my camera cord, I will post pictures. I have SO many good ones to put up.

And one tiny little last comment. I LOVED Oryx & Crake. What a spectac read. And I can already tell I am going to love The Robber Bride. Should I invite Ms. Atwood to the event of the summer??