Alright. So continued:
We go to the pub, and manage to find another friend, Chris Mummery, along the way. Becky, Mummery (as I'll refer to him as), Chris Landry, and I head in, and manage to find a table in the very packed place. There was a lice band, and people were really enjoying themselves. We ordered a few drinks, and a party platter, and got to talking. We chit-chatted about a lot of stuff - most of which I can't remember right now. Then, one of the band members walked by. Chris stopped him and asked if they could play 'La Mamba'. The gentleman said that they probably didn't know it, and that he was sorry. Chris said that was fine, and we continued to chit-chat and laugh and take pictures.
About 10 minutes later, the band finishes a song, and we hear 'Is Chris still out there? Chris? We're gonna play you're song!' Chris was over-joyed. He took his cowboy hat back (since I had stolen it and wore it most of the night) and headed up to the band to enjoy the song with his drink. I watched a few seconds, and then decided to go up and join him. We stood there, drinking our drinks, and semi dancing to the music, with our arms around each other... then we started to get into the music. We started dancing, and Chris set down his beer. The song was 'La Bamba' and 'Do The Twist' combination. We danced our hearts out, and then showed our appreciation for the amazing job the band did. I took Chris's hat back, and we went back to the table. We continue to eat and drink and chat when we hear "Chris?! You still out there? Come on up! You need a partner!" Chris looked at me, just as I stood up and we headed up front, hand in hand. It was a slow song. Which slow song, I can't remember. Chris and I slow danced and talked a bit. After that song, we went back to the table to finish up. By this time it was getting mighty late, and I felt horrible since Claire was waiting for me. I urged the crew to hurry up, they finished their drinks, and we headed off. Chris and I got gas, and then hopped on the highway.
On the drive, kinda around Mount Uniacke, Chris started talking about how he'd been doing some thinking, and sole searching, and that he needs to find a mommy for his new kitty, Roslyn. He then told me that I had a lot of qualities that he liked, that I made him happy and content, and asked if I would like to start a relationship with him. I smiled, and said of course I would. We sat there, driving down the 101, holding hands, and being all cute for a good 5 minutes, before I started to laugh... pretty hard. He kinda looked at me, wondering what was up. "Do you realize that if, and I'm going to say if, because that's how life is, if this continues to be a long-term thing, we'll only have an anniversary every 4 years?" (Being a leap year). He too laughed, kissed my hand, and we got back to cranking the music and driving.
I dropped him off at his place in Dartmouth, and told him I'd see him in the morning, and headed off to Claire's in Cole Harbour. By this time, it's about 1:30. I parked, texting Claire along the way to tell her where I was so she could meet me at the door. I got to the door... Claire's not there. I texted her telling her I was at the door... no Claire... I texted her telling her I was cold... Then one that said "Hello"... and then another that said "Claire"
'Great', I thought to myself, 'She's asleep'. So... I drove up to a gas station to use the payphone. I called and woke her up then went BACK to her house. We stayed up for probably 1.5 hours chit-chatting before finally falling asleep around 3:30. She told me she wanted to do McDonalds in the morning, so she'd set her alarm for 6am so we'd have time, since I was due to pick up Chris at 8.
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9:45 I wake up. PANIC! I went downstairs, got dressed in my many layers, washed up, then went in the rec room to put my many socks on and text Chris to tell him I was on my way. I then heard THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD. The sound of Claire running down the stairs. She comes up to me "I'M SO SORRY!" I laughed and said it was ok. I hugged her, grabbed my stuff, and then headed back to Dartmouth to pick up the man.
I picked him up, said good morning to his mom and dad, and then headed to Wendy's to grab a small brunch, then to Windsor - Martock. We park. I get nervous. We get ourselves ready - I get more nervous. We go inside to get our passes and skis and whatnot - I get more and more nervous. We head outside, and I realize just how un-comfortable ski boots are. We go down the bunny hill a bit (probably about an hour) and I'm starting to get the hang of it, but in no condition to go down the big hill. Yet, Chris, who's almost an expert skier, was kinda itching to go. I told him to go ahead and actually ski, and I'll stay here and practice. He agreed, kissed me, and then took off for the chair-lift. I went down the bunny hill a few times, helped a little girl up who had fallen, watched some skiers, went down a bunch more times, watched skiers, stood by a tree, took my skis off, sat under the tree. Finally Chris showed up, very apologetic. It had been about 45 minutes that he was gone. I said it was alright, that I had just sat down. He then proceeded to tell me that when he was heading up the ski lift, he saw some kid lose control on a snowboard and smash into a tree. Chris went down the hill for him as fast as he could after he got off the lift, and screamed for ski patrol. He went into the trees to reach the boy, talked to him. Found out his name was Brandon, and that he was 12 years old. Chris asked Brandon what hurt, and he said his lip and his leg. He was screaming about his leg, and his lip was split. Chris assumed his leg was broken. He said with Brandon until ski patrol came so he could pass on info. Chris was so excited about it all that he was radiating it all. I told him it was fine, and that I'd go down the bunny hill a few more times then we'd go up.
Well... that 'few times' seemed to go by too fast. Faster than I could imagine, I was in line for the ski lift, and my heart was racing. We get on, and I start kinda freaking out. The ski lift is high, and I know its not the worst of it all. We get to the top, and... well... you can only go down. So... down we go. I fell a lot. Not from losing my balance or anything though, but just because I'd get going so fast that I couldn't slow down or stop, and was scared I was losing control, and would make myself fall so I would stop. Chris was VERY VERY patient and helped me, taught me, and helped me up when I fell. After a bit I started to have fun. Around 4:30 we went in for some food. I wasn't hungry, so I just got an orange juice, and stole a few of Chris's fries. We then went back to the hill. After a little bit, I start to get tired, and was falling more, and didn't have the energy to get up anymore. Around 7 I told Chris that it was my last run (as we had been there for 7 hours), but that he could go once more. He thanked me, kissed me, and did his last run.
When he was done, went inside, got out of our ski-stuff, and into the car. I guess I should've mentioned that it had been snowing since about 2pm. 5.5 hours now. There was quite a bit of snow on the ground. Chris asked me if I was ok for driving. I told him yes, and we got on the road. Chris and I had plans to go out with his best friend, Sean, for karaoke afterwards. Chris called Sean and told him that we were just leaving Windsor, and that we might not make it for karaoke. Sean said "If the weather doesn't clear up, I'M not going, and I live right across the road from the place!" We laughed, and wished him a good night.
The drive was quite long and boring. Took us 1.5 hours to get from Windsor to Dartmouth. We arrived at 9. Chit-chatted with his mom for a short moment before they went to the store. Chris and I ordered a pizza and went downstairs to eat pizza and watch a movie. His parents got home, and came downstairs to ask us about skiing and score some pizza. We chatted with them, then when they went upstairs, we finished our movie. We talked a lot, and before we knew it, it was 1:30am. Chris had to work at 10:00am! He kissed me good night, and let me sleep downstairs where it was warm, and he went upstairs to the top level to sleep. He sent me a few texts before we both passed out.
9:30am I'm awaken by Chris poking my stomach. I smiled, and made room for him on the couch. We talked a bit while he re-built the fire. I then noticed the time, and asked about work. He said he called in and said he'd be late, and that they actually need him to pick something up, so we were good. We woke up, packed up my stuff, said Goodbye to Chris's mom and dad, and then headed off. We went to the Petro-Can on Wyse Rd to get gas, Wendy's on Wyse Rd to get the cheese that Chris's work needed, and then headed to Chris's work. I dropped him off, he kissed me goodbye, and I was on my way.
I stopped in Windsor for about an hour and visited with Becky while she asked about Chris and I, and talked about church and what-not. Then I got back on the highway to New Minas. Stopped quickly in New Minas to give Kate back her ski pants, then got back on the highway to Aylesford. I picked up Tylor, talked with him a little bit, then dropped him off at his grammie's. I then came home.
That was my weekend. Yesterday I hurt SO bad from skiing that I could hardly move, and couldn't sleep. It even hurt to laugh. But, its a good hurt. Just from working the muscles and whatnot.
How was your weekend? :)
-T
