Mescalin. It's the only way to fly!
Yesterday was one sweet ass day. I went to work down at the U of T, unloading costumes for my mom. I spent the entire day, walking around with Frou Frou's "Let Go" dancing through my thoughts. The new space that the costumes have moved into, is so much nicer. It isn't 1000 degrees, and you dont have to climb a huge flight of stairs to find what you want. The props rooms are going to look great, and the building is closer to the theatre than the old one. I met a nice girl while I was sorting costumes. I thought that I was going to be working with a middle aged, fat, Indian woman, but instead it was a thin, blond 18 year old from somewhere near Russia. She was nice. We worked together for most of the day because she didn't understand the instructions, and I couldn't sort the colours. I have no idea which colour is the base colour on a pinstripe shirt, but she did. I showed her how to ride on the costume rack, and also how to put one back together, after she crashed into the wall, and toppled over. The costume day arrived at a pinnacle of delight when we left. As we were leaving we all joked that we were going to take something, so I blurted out that I wanted this "Lucky 13" shirt that I had seen 7 months prior. Evan, who is head of the Costume Department, looked at the shirt, and told me I could have it. He didn't know why it was in there, but knew that he would never need it.
I got home with an hour to spare before work at the Curling Club, and found a letter from U of T. I was already excited about getting a bursary from Brock two nights before, but was ecstatic to see a "We are delighted to offer you admission..." in the envelope window. I was expecting to have been accepted to the Scarborough campus but discovered that I got into my dream program at the St. George campus, and I also got into Innis, my college of choice. A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders, because now it looks like I might actually be able to get through university without taking out a loan. Since my mom works at U of T, my tuition is free, and I can also live from home. What would have been $20,000, is now four. If I choose to live in rez, it will cost me another 8 grand. It would be great to live in rez first year, but we'll see what happens.
I then went to work in an excellent mood, which may have been from the huge dark roasted coffee that I chugged before I left U of T, only to find out that I didn't need to work, and that I could go meet Tink and Shane, 3 hours sooner. I ended up walking around for 30 minutes while Tink ate dinner. I got another coffee, and watched part of the hockey game at Future Shop, where I saw an employee send a ditzy woman off so that he could keep watching the hockey game. I ended up taking a one hour nap with Tink at her house, and woke up to see Toronto win the series with a humiliating 4-1 victory. Then I was in the best of moods. We waited around to find out what was going on with Shane, and ended up leaving for a midnight party. We felt a little nervous because Tink was sneaking out, and we knew that we were both going to get really high. In case you didn't know, yesterday was "4:20." 4:20 is the "religous" day of pot-smoking. I think it has something to do with 4:20 being the police codeword for possesion of marijuana.
We got to Dave's a little before midnight, to find an apartment full of stoned people. Christine liked my "Follow the White Rabbit" and "Phantom of the Night" buttons, which Tink made for me. The night consisted of watching Caddyshack, beating Shane in a game of chess (which was awesome because Shane's gifted and damn good at chess), a jamaican hotbox and some damn good waffles. Shane, Tink and I, left around 2, and took Tink home. Shane and I took a 30 minute walk to his house where I caught a cab home.
I watched part of "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil" when I got home, and feasted on pizza, cookies and bananas. I'm jealous of Tink having all that Sushi left over to eat. Maybe we'll grab some Satay for Survivor night. There's a night I'm looking forward to.