So when the night falls, my lonely heart calls. (#998)

February is a busy month. Even though this weekend seems like it was calmer than the last, it was still busy.

On Friday evening, I had a meeting of the "spa club". Because of personal commitments, my colleagues and I who had booked appointments were all coming and going at different times, however, since I was in no rush, I took some times to hang out in whirlpool and steam room after my massage was done. Talk about relaxation.

When I got home, I finally finished reading "Alone in the Classroom". It was an all right book; beautifully written but slow in pace.

On Saturday I ran errands in the morning, then read/napped on my couch in the afternoon. I met up with Jason in the evening for dinner, then we went to see Kathleen Edwards at the Phoenix. Hannah Georgas, a Vancouver singer-songwriter, was the opening act. I saw Hannah last summer at Hillside, and also really like her previous work. She mostly played new stuff, and I have to say that I'm looking forward to her new album.

Kathleen was amazing. She is a consummate musician, and truly rocks out during her shows. She is a stellar songwriter, and I love how she expressively performs her songs. The highlight song for me was her performance of "Goodnight, California" from her previous album "Asking for Flowers". It started off with her playing violin (or fiddle? what's the difference?) and she and her band did a great job playing this sprawling rocker of a song. It was a great show. Ooh, and I picked up a *purple* Kathleen Tshirt.

Of course, it was Saturday evening as well when the news of Whitney Houston's death came out. She was the first musician that I ever loved. When I was six, my parents bought me my first album ever, "Whitney", on tape. I listened to it non-stop, and Whitney was my favourite for a long time. I think I eventually moved on to my boy band phase after that, but I always paid attention to her career, even though I no longer listened to her.

I was saddened about her downward spiral into addiction, and I rushed home from work a couple years ago when she had that Oprah interview. I was really rooting for her to have a huge comeback, and get her voice back, even though you could tell her gift had been damaged from years of drug use.

It's tragic that she passed away far too early. I hope that she is at peace now, and that her tale reminds us all that addiction is a real disease, and not a choice.

I had a lazy Sunday today. I relaxed at home until I headed down to Kensington for a hair appointment. I wandered around there for a bit, and picked up some yummy cupcakes at a bakery for tomorrow's student council meeting. (It's my turn to bring in snack.)

Now I'm watching the Grammys. I somehow always put myself through this award show every year. Not sure why. Oh yes, it's because I enjoy yelling at my TV.

Happy Monday folks! It's going to be a busy week for me - Valentine's and birthday week. Yay!