A Not-So-Little Weekend Recap

Oh, what a weekend.

Friday: I met Edwin. As in, Edwin from I Mother Earth, popular Canadian rock group from my teen years. It was an incredible show, and very intimate because there were very few people there.

Lloyd, my buddy on the right in the photo above, grabbed Edwin and was all, "Hey, dude, take a picture with my friend," and I was all "Oh my gawd, Edwin is touching me", and he was all, "Nice to meet you," and I was all, "Holy crap, Lloyd is the freakin' man."

Saturday: I was up super early. Well, early for a Saturday anyway. We drove to Edmonton, went shopping for a little while at West Edmonton Mall, and then went to a wicked Indian restaurant called Daawat. Oh, it's making me hungry just thinking about it! Then, back to the mall for a show at the Comedy Strip, but only after a photo op in front of the giant pirate ship.

Sunday: We headed to Ikea where I engaged in one of my most favourite pastimes. Oh, actually two of my most favourite pastimes. The first was getting lost and having to walk back through the whole freakin' maze of a store just because I had to use the loo. The second is this, which I recently commemorated in a layout:

I told you they were super roll-y.

Then it was back to WEM where I found these little gems:
I was seriously swooning. These shoes were giving Edwin a run for his money. (Ha! Run!) Shoe shopping is usually a dead-end for me so I had to stifle my squeals of delight when these turned out to be perfect. Then, we out to an awesome little Mexican/Salvadorean restaurant called Acajutla before getting ready for the main event.

Ladies and gentlemen, John Mayer!


We were so stoked to find that they'd upgraded out seats.
We should have been in the nosebleeds at the far end of the arena, but instead, we were in the much-closer side balcony.I agree with Jen, who said that the whole John Mayer show felt like it ended too quickly! I thought he was fabulous, and I could have listened to him for hours.

***Editor's Note: I am, in fact, quite certain that he intended to give me a private, 4-hour, extended version of his show backstage after the "regular" show, but something must have detained him. I am certain I'll be hearing from his people soon to reschedule. I'll be all "Oh, you mean John wants to fly me out to a private show?" and they'll be all, "Don't you know he's enthralled with you?", and I'll be all, "But I am happily attached", and they'll be all "That's ok, he just wants you to hear the song he wrote about your charming and witty personality", and I'll be all, "John is the freakin' man."

I loved the whole show, right down to the weirdo faces he makes when he's singing. I think it's the mark of a true artist to not care what he looks like while he's performing. (Or at least that's what I tell myself when I scare myself in the mirror after scrapbooking until 2am.)

By the time we got back to the hotel, we were hungry, so we stopped off for some late-night snacks at a grubby (but OPEN!) little dive that served some apparently majestic donairs.Monday: We slept in a little longer than intended, ate a delicious breakfast at Denny's including these delicious little devils, the Pancake Puppies:
And then, we drove home.

And that, my friends, is a weekend to remember.