Running Commentary

I Totally Forgot To Tell You August 11 2008

I’m going away this weekend….

With my MOTHER (kill me)

To see….

ROD STEWART!

hahaha.

I swear to God that’s the truth.

A friend of ours organizes these special bus trips a couple of times a year and we kind of flaked out on her last year for C1rque du S0liel. So I immediately said yes this year, before really considering the fact that I am going to see…..ROD STEWART.

Luckily we have REALLY shitty seats and from that far back I’m hoping we won’t be able to see his girdle and maybe his head will look a little less like it’s about to explode under the pressure of said girdle.

And anyway I thought he had some horrible throat disease and would never sing again!

And then we’re going to a large swedish store that sells cheap furniture that you have to use your university degree and an alan key to assemble. I haven’t been to one in 3 years and I REALLY need to load up on cheap baskets and odd kitchen gadgets.

I’m thinking I’ll just fill my purse with mini bottles of random booze and knock one back every time my mother makes me want to kill myself her. I should be unconscious within the first hour.

I’ll be stealing Feffie’s camera and will surely post photos of Rod and his Canadian fan base. I may also photo document my decent into mayhem when I follow my mother (she who shall not conform to society’s laws of buffet lines or escalator ettiquette) into the giant swedish store and requests you follow arrows one way around said store in an orderly fashion.

Did I mention she hates crowds?

And noise?

And bright lights?

And pretty much everything else.

Pray for me.