There was a parliament of owls in the dark where the night things prowl.

You should know that as I'm writing this post, Ms. Rilo Kitty is sitting on a pillow beside me because apparently the couch is not enough for her. You should also know that I'm listening to Jenn Grant's album "Honeymoon Punch", which I was able to listen to fully on train rides this weekend and it turns out it's pretty awesome. I like it almost as much as I like the person who gave it to me. My favourite song is "Parliament of Owls". I love owls, so when I saw the song title, I hoped it would meet my expectations, and it did!

Speaking of owls, I got some owl bookends as a gift from my friend Flora, who I saw at my Toronto-friends birthday dinner on Friday night.

I, after a couple of margaritas, decided that they needed to be named after scientists, since I plan on bringing them to school to keep the binders on my desk from toppling over. Then the best names popped in my head: Watson & Crick! They are the scientists who discovered the double helix structure of DNA.

My friend Jesse, who has a major in the history and philosophy of science pointed out that Watson was a racist and Crick had a taste for LSD. Oh boo! I can handle the LSD, but I don't like racism. Sigh... ignorance can be bliss, and now my owls' names aren't so awesome.

Anyway, my Toronto party was lots of fun. I had it at my favourite neighbourhood Mexican restaurant and ate taquitos and churros, and drank mango margaritas and had a whole lot of fun.

On Saturday, I took the train to Stratford and spent the day chilling with my parents. We had Swiss Chalet for dinner, ate cake, watched a random movie on TVO ("You Can Count on Me" from 2000... it was pretty good actually) and I narrowly defeated my dad at cribbage. It was very surprising that my dad played cribbage with me as I gave him his birthday present of five new books, and he's already started on four of them. My poor mom's not going to hear from him for at least a week.

Sunday was super busy. I went to the gym, then met up for coffee with my friend Ramona, her three little boys, and my friend Heather. Then Heather and I headed downtown for some shopping. I visited my aunt, then headed home where I yet again narrowly defeated my dad at cribbage.

It started to snow pretty heavily Sunday evening, and I was half expecting texts from my Go9 friends saying they wouldn't be able to make it into town for yet another birthday celebration. Since there were no texts, I headed to the bar, and sat drinking a beer on my own and tweeting while hoping the friends that I insisted to the waitress were coming, would indeed show up. I was slightly bemused when a group of meatheads moved to the table next to me, and I tried my best to not hear any of their conversation since it would probably bring down my opinion of humanity. Luckily, my friends arrived shortly thereafter; they were carpooling and Vern was late; hence they were all late. Anyway, we had a lot of fun catching up, and our conversation quickly drowned out that of the meatheads.

This morning it was back on the train and back home. I had plans to get parts of my life in order today, but usually when it comes to plans like that, I get distracted by shiny things and my life is still not in order. Oh well, there's always next weekend, right?

Happy Tuesday bloggarinos!