ceitie | Hey, is that a ...muffler?

Nat came to visit on the 2:30 train this Friday, and I had only the vaguest idea of where the train station was, and no idea what bus to take to get there. The Kingston Public Transit system is an enigma far beyond my ken. Ended up power-walking up Princess Street, humming to myself, walking backwards every few minutes so as not to miss a bus while moving between stops. Luckily a bus came before I got too far, and Nat had only called the house once before I found her. We exchanged rants about school and the suckiness that is public transit while waiting for another mystery bus.
This bus, though headed for the right destination, took a circuitous route through Kingston residential streets that I didn't know existed. This resulted in the following conversation.
Nat: (checking her watch, realizing we left the station nearly half an hour ago)"So, are we, uh, almost there yet?"
Me: (cranes neck around, blinks at unfamiliar scenery)"Actually, I don't know where we are right now."
Nat: "Oh. Well, okay then."
Me: "I'm sure it'll be fine."

We got a little drunk Friday night; just enough to justify pointless wanderings through the student ghetto. Eventually, we ended up at my cousin's house and woke him up from his hangover nap, so we could sit on his couches and drink his beer and watch him play Foosball with his housemate. We left sometime after 1 am to stroll on home with our shiny new beer buzz.
Saturday morning K headed off to her Con-Ed pancake kegger; Nat and I headed off to C's house for a pancake juicer. Although the house was full of extremely-Christian-mostly-strangers, we had a pretty good time. Sausages and pancakes and peach juice, oh my! Ah, engineers. Where would we be without them, eh?
Well, not having constant, drunk, obscene cheering at our backs most of the way to the football game, but that's another story.
The football game (which we actually got seats for because Margot was kind enough to donate her ticket to Nat) passed by mostly in a haze of worries about sunburn and waiting for the halftime show so we could leave. Still, watching the engineers storm the field, whacking their jackets into the ground in a frenzy of dust and purple drunkenness, just never gets old.
Saturday night involved a quick stop at the kegger next door to gulp down as much shared beer as possible in less than an hour. Margot graciously gave us more alcohol at her house, but I still spent most of the Metric/Billy Talent concert dead sober. Meh, it was still good. I bought a t-shirt and danced to every song, even though I only recognized about four or five of them. :)
We returned home with a whole gang of generally sober people in tow; to the madness of Aberdeen, which was packed to overflowing with cops and drunken revelers. Our house had its own share of drunken revelers in the form of my housemates, a few of whom had managed to finish off most of the alcohol. I tried to help deal with the minor crises as well as ensuring all my guests had drinks and cookies. After everyone got a bit more settled down, me and Nat, Margot, Steph, Kar, and J all stood out on our doorway and watched Aberdeen. It was quite a show. Tires blew out on broken glass, people got arrested, cried, danced, drank, smoked, fell over, and flipped and ripped a car. After dancing on it for a while, they set it on fire. No joke. Happily, by that time everyone at our house had either left or gone to sleep, so L and I admired the pretty flashing lights and sirens from the front room before heading off to bed.
Ahh, Homecoming...