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Published: January 21st 2007
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So this week-end was a write-off as I had my work “going-away” on Friday night and we got together with friends on Saturday night for one last raucous night out.
Friday night was a blast! It was lovely to see so many people that I’d worked with through my 10 years and 6 positions with the bank show up to say their farewells. It’s always fun to see your normally serious fellow co-workers on the dance floor with their hands up in the air, rocking out to Sean Paul. My work friends were way too generous (led by Nardine and Mimi I am sure) and got me the loveliest necklace from our little friend Tiffany. (What girl can resist that little blue box, and all those lovely baubles?). I plan to wear it on my first day of my new work - as the love and care it was bought with is sure to bring me luck
Too many red wines later (how does one get red wine stains out of a lovely new gray suit??? And how on earth did I manage to have so much “spillage”? Looks like none of the wine actually ever made it to
my mouth) and many mushy good-byes later (Phil I love you - but I didn’t get teary till you had to leave) finally made it home (thanks Gussie) to do it all over again the next night.
Saturday morning - my conversation with the Starbucks guy is difficult to manage - it went something like this Me: “Ummm well… ummm I am in need of some ummmm herbal tea ….. ummmm mint……. In a large cup….. ” Him: “A venti Refresh tea?” (Why do they insist on having their own secret language at Starbucks? You feel like if you’re not using their code words and ordering a half decaf, half sweet, half non-fat latte you’re somehow not part of the club.) It was too early in the morning and I was too hung-over to argue, I am sure I wasn’t the only one to incoherently grunt and point so I don't feel so bad.
I didn’t feel like a human till about 6 PM - and only after an hour on the treadmill sweating out the booze and drinking copious amounts of water. My lovely Tara who couldn’t come out with us at night on the account of
Lisa and I
The best Madonna impersonator I know her new baby (Luciano - the cutest little puppy bulldog ever) was lovely and come over all the way from Oakville to hang out, drink champagne and do my make-up. (she’s the best - no one does slutty club make-up like Tara)
The make-up looked awesome as usual, and we left for the bar with very strict instructions from Tara to avoid crying under all circumstances, under the threat of death. Normally I follow her directions casue I’m scared to death of her - but last night - no dice!
By the middle of the night Mar had me a sobbing mess in the corner, while we reminisced about all of the great times we had as our little “foursome”. Mar, Chanda and Bernice are my family and it’s very hard to leave them. I only hope we can master technology well enough to be able to “teleconference” in for our usual Sunday play-time.
They got me the best, most thoughtful gift in the form of a gift cert to Top Shop!. The perfect gift because a) I LOOOVE Top Shop and b) it’s already been covertly sent to Caroline and it will not take up any
room in my suitcase! I love you girls - and I cannot imagine what I am going to do without being able to reach you guys day or night. Some of my favorite times, ever, were spent on that gorilla covered couch on Riddelle. “Table Anna, Table Anna” - lol! How many hours did we pass talking about nothing and laughing our asses off? Pirate ship? Mental health days at the mall? Day trips to Buffalo? What I am going to do without you guys?
Crying sessions aside - the night was a lot of fun and it was fun to see the different groups of friends mix. It’s times like these I wonder why I am leaving…..
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What? no picture of me? disgraceful
Was there really not one hot picture of me that could be posted here. I made you cry for goodness sake! LOL Love reading your entries darlin' keep 'em coming. Tootles Noodles.