Sweet intoxication

So the silver fox directing teacher actually gave me and A plus. NO SHIT. My absolute best final mark and the one I deserve the least. It's not like I did nothing but an A plus? That's a tad extreme. So, it's tainted but I'll take it. People come by success in life in many more screwed up ways than that. I didn't lie, cheat or steal so as far as I am concerned the universe and I are square.

Yesterday was the craziest day ever. I seriously thought I'd just get up and do nothing until movie night at work and then go out for a drink with one of my best girls. Not so. I mean yeah those things happpened but so did so many other ridiculous things. First, my uncle called who is a vice pronciple at a high school in the city. He needed an emergency supply teacher for a drama class in the afternoon. Scared shitless is a good way to describe how I felt in that moment. I had a half an hour to get ready and then drive to a school I've never been to. So I'm driving along, practically shaking and low and behold I get pulled over by the cops for going 94 in a 60. My first speeding ticket ever. But the officer was a very nice woman who was very understanding and reduced my fine to 30 dollars. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I get to the school and find out there is no lesson plan. NONE. Time for serious improvisation. I pulled out every game I could possibly think of that a high school class might want to play. The classroom (if you can call it that) was a disaster. No teacher's desk, no filing cabinet, piles of papers, books, props, costumes and general random debris everywhere. Chaos follows me wherever I go. The first class actually went well. There were 10 grade twelve students and everyone participated and I actually had a pretty good time. The second class had 27 grade tens. Yeeps. Slowly more and more students dropped out of the games as the class went on. Some came back for periods of time. About half were participating by the end of the class. I understand, they don't have to listen to me, I'm only playing games with them. They weren't completely rude or belligerent. One boy said the game was stupid and lame cause he couldn't figure it out. I told him it was funny everyone else could figure it out but him. I don't like attitudes. Some students were nice enough to hush others when I was speaking. I only raised my voice a few times, I know how well that works (...right). When the last bell went I was sooooo happy. I survived. I didn't do that bad. For having no lesson plan I think I actually did pretty good. It was adrenaline for sure.

Back home I went, and then to work. For 2 hours. Hooray. Then my friend came all the way to Harrow to pick me up and bring me to Windsor so I could drink and not worry about driving. Wes topped at house party first. Some big jerky hockey player asked if I thought I was a pirate (because of the skull scarf on my bag). I said yes with a straight face. I don't like assholes who think they're funny either. Then drunk asshole had the nerve to ask for a ride. Hells no Chi-ca-go, you ain't getting anywhere. So we sped away into the night leaving behind a group of angry drunk hockey players who were forced to call cabs. HAHAHA. I love my life. We went to my favourite pub in the city (mainly because the bouncer knows me by heart and doesn't make me pay cover), listened to live music (all my favourite bar songs!) and I had 3 pints of beer. OH I was feeling pretty good. We met up with some guys originally from my hometown who were a lot of fun and pretty much basked in the glory of being free from school.

At the end of the night my mom met us halfway home to pick me up. I was slurring awfully, going on about boys and hockey players and drama. She said I was prejudiced against hockey players. I just laughed and said maybe I am, but only against the majority. As soon as I came home my parents went to bed, probably so they wouldn't have to deal with me all slightly drunk. I went online, put on my favourite band, closed my eyes and thought about how it was like I was hearing them for the first time. I fell asleep on my keyboard. I woke up at 3:30, put on another song and did the same damn thing. By 4 I went to bed. Imagine if my family found me asleep at the computer in my clothes in the morning. haha they probably wouldn't be surprised at all. There are a few beautiful times when you're in an inhebriated state of bliss. No spins, no puking no headaches. This was one such time. I couldn't have started the summer any better.

"Together we're both alone, but I don't mind." Holla Nicole Atkins; you know my soul. Finally bought the album.

Much love