A week early, that's how early I was for the party. Nice. Does this mean that when I do show up on the RIGHT DAY that they can't really say I'm late because I was technically so incredibly early?!
So ya, I showed up a week early. It was a retirement party for my favourite teacher from high school. I didn't have sparring this morning on account of an injured knee and thus also didn't have weight training or Fight Club. My day was free. Don't get me wrong, I didn't go train but basically all day I thought about training.
I made my way out to Whitby, my dad picked me up at the Go Train station, and then he drove me to where the party was being held. It wasn't till after he had driven away that I figured it out, via the help of the pub's hostess, that I was a week early. I figured I'd at least sit at the bar, call my dad, and use their wifi and while I wait the few minutes for him to turn around and get me. So that's what I did. Five minutes into me sitting there I was approached by a lady sitting down the bar to the left of me. She had sat there watching me text message friends on my one phone and then answer a call and speak Korean on my other phone -- yes, I am still using two phones. When I looked her way it was obvious she wanted to say something to me so I said hi. Next thing I know it she's trying to buy me a drink and hugging me for a picture with me, too funny. So much for calling my dad back to pick me up. I was now committed to sitting there for at least the length of time it'd take me to drink the drink that was offered to me.
A drink with a random new friend -- a female hockey player -- was then followed by dinner out with my dad, my Papa Bere, and then I was back on the Go Train to Toronto.
Upon arriving at Union Station I was then pleasantly surprised by a certain new person in my life who wanted to drive me home. Ever since that whole bus pass situation last Friday a lot of my friends, family, coworkers, and so forth have really gone out of their way to check in on me and make sure I am okay.
I am okay everyone, thank you.
Anyways, so I was picked up at Union, dropped off at my apartment and walked right to my front door. Now if this doesn't confirm that I'm surrounded by good people that ooze with awesomeness and am living the happy life than I don't know what does!!!
No sooner did I get home but then my phone started beeping...again. This time it was one of my high school friends. She lives in my Canadian hometown but was at a restaurant down the street from me here. Messages between her and I on my cellphone were then interrupted by a particular person I had the most fluke of run-ins the other week at 6:30am -- my prom date from '97. He was with her at the restaurant. I ended up joining up with them and a couple of others who were also there with them.
Then....no sooner did I get home but then my phone started beeping...again!!! This time it was my bad boy buddy, Italiano, trying to convince me to join him in the west side. I never went. It was about 2am by this time and I was exhausted.
So ya, what was suppose to be a quiet day turned into quite the strange and unexpected turn of events with an even stranger dose of run-ins of random people. I even got to drop by my pro star hair designer friend, Magic Fingers, score a hug and book an appointment with her. I think today's running around, city-to-city travels and overdose of meet ups with friends was more exhausting than the double dose of sparring and weight training I had originally planned for today!!!
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