So I broke my promise...

Okay, so the lovely Amanda (she's BACK) has been on my case for not posting on my unnecessary everyday happenings so to summarize some key things:

1) Promotion to assistant manager of Black's Photography at the quiet family oriented Sunnybrook Plaza.

2) Epic battle with a moth with Heather in the bathroom, with a victory and finish worth of a cheesy Scream sequel.

3) Uhh... a whole bunch of miscellaneous stuff that I cannot care to remember.

So the past couple of weekends have been ones well earned: the new position is full of new learning opportunities. And mildly upping my stress factor. But I am okay!

Last Saturday it was my cousin's Kristin's wedding and what a damn wedding it was.
Beautiful ceremony, my cousin looking stunning in a dress that really suited her.
I wore as formal attire as I possibly could, which in itself is a struggle. Grey plaid pants, a clean white dress shirt, black belt, skinny silk black tie, a black double breasted cardigan I had to sneak that in there, this site courtesy of a close friend is a new obsession of mine] and my taboo rebellion item, fresh white sneakers.
The reception had an amazing open bar, I drank so much but to no avail, no drunky. I think my family surrounding me is a sobering experience. It was a good time nonetheless. It was nice to walk around my neighbourhood when I got home in the thick of the Saturday pride celebration all dressed up.

Pride Sunday was a day well spent with friends. Essentially all I can say.

The week flew by at work with now me starting to take the reigns of merchandising. Lame to say I know, but I also like knowing that things can be organized and maintained by my rule. (Insert power trip here)

This weekend was BANGIN'
Saturday was time well spent shopping, dining movie watching with Heather and Amanda...and then some serious moving at the Dance Cave in the evening with Heather. There I bumped into my friend Max and his fantastic roomie Ellyn. And we danced to close. It was a good quartet of movin' actual moving. The place was packed with 905 youngin' douche baggery. The kind that don't dance. Afterwards we met friend of friends and ended up dancing on a bench to acoustic Beatles songs and Spanish hits until we parted ways. We finished it with Golden Griddle, because, y'know... its just the best thing that's a little closer than Fran's at 4am.

Sunday with Amanda was a day of chillin' and pampering. I received my first pedicure at Grace nails (located on the south-east corner of Carlton and Yonge) and fuck. I'm hooked. I want more. It was relaxing. My haggard feet never felt so good. I will go back in a bit.
Then we cooked together beef stroganoff. Cooking is a rarity for me, actually it's a never-ity.
It was successful and it was a confidence boost in my own culinary skills as basic as they may be.

All in all, I hope to not stray far from this.