I’ve fallen into a routine and find myself comfortable with it. Set in having a dining companion most days. Set in what I do Wednesday and Thursday nights (dancing), two or three weekday and Sunday mornings (running), staying in on hockey nights to try out a new recipe, Amazing Race Sundays, Heroes Mondays (we are such tv junkies), and seeking out local offerings on the weekends. These are various facets of me in full-force and I’m grateful to find someone who lets me be me. Settled down, old-ish, fuddy duddy and all.
On Saturday we went out for one of J-‘s friend’s birthdays where I got to meet the rest of the gang. (Finally!) It was a fabulous night of moderate irresponsibility — where afterwards you are so tired you don’t think you can do it again for a long while — at a lounge on 4th that their group totally took over (and gave lots of business while at it). I’m finding Vancouver becomes a smaller and friendlier city when three people from “the group” turn out to be people I’ve met in other contexts in my life.