Last few days I have worked very hard and I am glad that one project came to an end. Yesterday as a celebration of my small achievement I have decided to visit an old friend, and a girl at that. Thanks to the “invite all to read my blog” option I have actually had some people respond. Yes, you know who you are! Others are probably filed that e-mail under spam or will read it later, on the weekend, next time it snows…
Last night was a pleasantly nice evening and Stephen’s Avenue was full of happy hours, business people, and soon to-be-graduates-from-high-school kids going in la style to their grads. Thursday evening; strange time to have a grad party. I was sitting on one of those busy restaurant patios and drinking my mojito, which for some reason came with a full sized mint tree. Kids started to arrive pair by pair, threesomes, fifthsomes (?), and whatever other number of people that could possibly afford to get the money out of their piggy banks for their limos. Turns out one limo, or in yesterday’s case a fire truck, can fit a very big number of post teenager, yet pre-no need for personal space types. I wonder if due to the recession High Schools had to provide grade twelve students with lectures on “How to fit into a limo on a limited budget”. Don’t get me wrong, I have never been in the limo myself and as for the grad night I had to take a cab… In that cab I have successfully smashed my flower bouquet on my ex’s face, because we got into an argument about the color of his suit. I said it was blue, he said it was black. Turned out that it was blue, dark blue, navy actually. In the last four minutes of that ride I had turned the leftovers of my rose bouquet into a rose boutonniere for a girl type thing. Oh what a night that was. Yesterday brought all the wonderful memories back.
Those kids looked so happy to be out -cute girls with pretty dresses, sheepishly followed by boys in suits. My friend and I have decided that all the boys and most men look great in suits, And ties, And nice shoes. The two of us openly enjoyed talking about every single outfit and most of the arrivals. Graduation for sure is a night to remember. Girls try so hard to look their best. It is hard work to be beautiful and feel beautiful. Plus girls have to make sure that no other bi*ch wears the same dress on the same grad night. Boys never have to lose their sleep over such details. I think that they are more worried about what kind of underwear or lack there off under all that glam, make-up, perfume and extensions. Oddly enough that doesn’t change… ever.
Why is it that in our city of 1,042,892 people- girls want to dress boys up when boys want to do the opposite?
