He’s gone. And yes, I miss him like crazy already. I’m keeping myself up with poppers. PSYCH! I’m way too much of a control freak for drug abuse. Instead I hit the gym and do aerobics to cheesy tunes with old ladies. Then I eat chocolate to cancel it all out. Niiiiiiiiice.

As expected, we had a blissful five days. We were glued to each other 24 hours a day–eating, sleeping, watching movies (at home and in the cinema), reading, snuggling, giggling, loving loving loving.

I only had one negatively dramatic moment. It was a classic Adrienne episode. Seriously, I wish that I looked half decent in one of those Maison de Simons tees that reads, “Rien à porter!”

My bed is still completely covered with clothing from Saturday’s search for a decent outfit. I’m longing for warmer weather so I can actually sport cute skirts and shoes. I went for the boring nice top and jeans-look for our big night out on the town. I had started out wearing a whole bunch of sequins and shine that might have worked for the yuppie lounge but would be a bit over the top for the Little Pear Garden Spring Lanterns Chinese dance show.

The dancing was lovely; but there were some other issues that unfortunately tainted my enjoyment of the show. Perhaps most unfortunately was my neighbour’s offensive body odour. Thank God Dave was sitting on the other side of me so I could lean on him when I started to feel faint from the stench. Sigh.

Speaking of scents, thanks to my generous parents, I have acquired another bottle of perfume. That is two bottles in just love two months. I’m still loving my STELLA, but have been testing out a little Vera Wang on days I feel sweeter.

My parents are so cute. They can’t come back from a vacation empty-handed. Usually, if they hit Mexico, I end up with some choice additions to my jewellery collection; but I think that they know as well as I do that I should slow that bauble train down. For real. Just today, someone from law school sent me an e-mail that began, “Dearest Bestest Accessorizing Law Student.”
If that’s no sign that I have a problem, I don’t know what is. I will tell you about my accessory storage issues another day.

Anyway, my brother–“the modern, discerning man”– had specially requested a bottle of the hot John Varvatos fragrance so my parents picked up the perfect scent for a blushing bride for me. No playing favourites! 😉

(The formatting was getting all kinds of messed-up because of my Mimi Smartypants-style asterisk use. So fine. Here’s the aside in parenthetical format:
I will admit that vivacious little Vera’s on the brink of losing her title as Queen of the Wedding Gown since Monique Lhuillier stole all the celeb-lovin’. I love love love Vera but even I can’t deny that Mlle Lhuillier has got skills. Wow. I am sounding all Monica Geller here. Heh. It’s not a wedding obsession, people. It’s a fashion obsession. There’s a difference. )

So aside from watching professionals dance, we did a little dancing ourselves at the cringe-worthy Caché Lounge. The place is actually quite nice, but the ridiculous “members only” policy is just a ruse to allow smoking. Sure, the place is hidden down an alleyway, but it’s not really that exclusive if entrance only requires an ability to follow directions and $$$. Furthermore, the New York-wannabe thing makes me want to hide. Have a little pride, Torontonians!

Don’t get me wrong. I am not complaining! Celebrating Sarah and Vince’s birthday at Caché was most certainly a blast. It was great to laugh with old high school friends. The night’s direct decadence was lost on me since I was my usual sober designated driver self, but the $950 bottle service for our small, but lively crew provided immense viewing enjoyment.

‘Twas a fun way to kick off some dear friends’ 24th. Dear they are. Vince, the birthday boy, is actually my oldest friend. No, no, I’ve got friends older than 24! What I mean is that Vince and I have remained friends for the longest time in my history of friendships. We’ve been genuinely tight since Grade 4. So tight that I even gave him a stuffed lamb that said, “Without ewe I’m mutton” on it in Grade 6. Ha! Pretty sure he might have been one of my first slow dances back when I was 10 or so. 😛

Vince and I moved through academic institutions together too. The transition from elementary school to middle was made together; and the move from public middle to private high too. We even went to the same university for a few years until Vince got sucked up by the Ivy League.

Throughout the years, we’ve endured the forging and disintegrating of romantic relationships with fellow close friends. Nary an awkward moment between the two of us in objectively awkward situations.

Clearly, missing this guy’s 24th birthday party was not an option.

All in all, I had a wonderful weekend. Every weekend should start on Wednesday. Even better, every weekend of mine should start and finish with my man. Nay, every day should start and finish with him. It will happen again. We just got to get through these pesky second degrees. Then what will I bitch about? Don’t say, “Kids.” >_<

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