Things are relatively back to normal between myself and my feline roommates. I have to admit, it wasn’t until I walked in my apartment the second time that I saw the damage they had caused. The first time I had opened the front door – coming home from a long day of work, I surveyed the scene while standing in the doorway, and within roughly 10 seconds I shut the door again and walked away from my place trying desperately to convince myself I was in a dream.
I had neither energy nor the patience to accept the devastation let alone clean it up. So I went for a drive, did some banking, and came home with a clearer perspective on the situation. The conclusion I came to was that they are cats. Although I am quite perplexed over why they are still so rambunctious at nearly nine years old. I accept the fact that to them, they don’t understand that scaling the walls and playing on my fireplace mantle, eating plants, then knocking my limited edition print onto the floor below thus shattering the glass and chipping the frame is not a good idea … no, to them it was just a little adventure.
I know it was Otis who was up there because he’s got the physical capability to do so. Marshall, being hipless, and slightly more emotionally mature, probably would have had nothing to do with it. Not at least until my plants hit the floor and he was able to feast on the abundance of their shoots and leaves. At that point I’m fairly certain he was thankful his brother Otis is such an Olympian.
I sat among the broken glass, soil, and the shredded remains of my once lush and healthy plants for about an hour. Marshall & Otis slept behind me on the back of the sofa. It’s funny because my blood pressure never elevated. I have these simple triggers that can really irritate me or cause me to lose patience, but for some reason, the bigger things, the things out of my control – and obviously my own cats’ comprehension – was totally fine with me and lucky for them too.
I managed to make it to Home Depot later on that night for some plant retail therapy. They had some good discounted tropicals, and some really healthy purple Calla Lilies, so I stocked up and spent the rest of Friday re-potting my new plants, and watching About Last Night circa 1986.
If you haven’t seen this movie, or maybe at one point refused to see it, you should make the attempt now. It embodies the perfect humble and unpretentious feel of the 80s movie genre. It was Demi before her big mamms and Rob Lowe in all his youthful hot, sexy, steamy deliciousness. It basically centres around the relationship that Demi and Rob establish after their two worlds merge over a beer keg at a baseball game. Rob kind of lives vicariously, although more innocently, through the life and sordid tales of his gregarious, ‘man’s man’ bestie played by Jim Belushi. Demi and her roommate, played by Elizabeth Perkins, are doing their own Sex And The City 80s-style thing; gawking at men, bringing the odd one home, sleeping with the boss, etc., until the fateful keg-pump meeting between Dem and Rob. Liz, in and out of casual sex with various random men that snore loudly, can’t seem to land a good man if at the very least a good lay. Both Demi and Rob appear to be living a life with their respective best friends that doesn’t really interest either of them. So once they meet, and they bang, their love story begins.
I won’t offer any more than that, but if you’re ever in the mood for an easy, simple, 80s angst-ridden, playful love story, watch ALN. Then, write me and let’s discuss.
My Saturday was a little more dramatic and eventful. I ate two lunches, spent some time in the Framing section of Opus to order some glass for my fallen print, took in the late afternoon sun with Sherene, and then entered nightclub mode around 9PM. Gee and I head to Ginger Sixty-Two first and after waiting in the “little peoples’” line-up for approx 30 mins, we finally graduated to VIP, and were in 15 minutes after that. It was a really nice surprise to see the $18 cover after standing out in the chilly night air for 45 minutes but we paid it nevertheless and sipped on Club Soda to counteract the cost of admission. We took in some sort of burlesque performance by some very jumpy girls wearing some super sexy lingerie (which reminds me, I must find the retailer).
Shortly after this performance, our night can really only be summed up as follows:
Guy gets punched in the face by a crazy guy who must have wanted to cause great harm to him and attempted to kick him in the face while he was down before security came to his rescue and hauled them both out side victim is standing outside bar after Gee and I decide we’re bored with Ginger and offer him a ride to the hospital which he graciously accepts so we do and drop him off and drive back downtown this time to Elixer where there was some kind of swanky Juno thing going on so we snuck in with two guys one of which was allegedly some hockey player we didn’t recognise who were in front of us in line and went inside where Jason the Bachelor was in there surrounded by living breathing mannequins who kept telling him he looked good in the middle of voicing their opinions of his final rose ceremony and advising him on what he should have done while offering to buy him drinks that he declined politely then we spent the rest of the night engaged in interesting conversation with two men who spent the day wrapping up filming of a movie 3:15AM rolls around the lights go on we exit eat some street meat say bye to our new friends and I’m in bed by 4:00AM.
This morning I woke up to the sounds of the monsters scratching on my bedroom door at 6:15AM. The same time my alarm goes off every weekday morning. I fed them in some sort of half sleepwalking, half possessed manner that I barely remember. I woke up about four hours later to my cell ringing, it was Greg who wanted to go for a walk so I rolled out of bed and into my car and experienced a warm, sunny 2 hour walk through the trees. I feel like I haven’t felt the hot sun on my face in too long so the patches of it, when the trees opened up along the trail, felt so perfect.
I then did some running around, went for coffee, met up with Katie and head to Granville Street where there were some Juno things going on but we just ended up window shopping and eating which worked better in my opinion. It was more entertaining.
Here I am at 7:24PM on Sunday evening and my eyes are burning for closure. My sofa is calling me and my throw is washed and smelling welcoming. I won’t make anything wait any longer.
I think we’re cool now, no?
Marshall’s just in the middle of apologizing…