It happens every week. It’s Thursday, one more day and the weekend comes. It passes. And it feels like it lasted an hour. Then you look back and think, what the hell did I do? You did nothing. Nothing productive, nothing exciting, nothing at all. Your weekend sucked. Don’t worry, I’m with you 90% of the time.

Luckily for me, {and sadly for you}, this weekend was awesome. It was productive, it was exciting and I did something. Something that didn’t feel like a waste of time. And the result? A happy bunnie.

So what’s all the fuss about? Well Friday night, I practically stayed in. You’re probably thinking, ‘How is that fun??’ Well it was. If you know me, you’ll know that I’m always out. I hate staying home… probably because I get bored easily, there’s nothing to do, my room is a pig sty and I’m an only child. But I stayed home by choice and you know what? It felt good and I’m okay with it. What did I do? I “cleaned” my room. It’s a micro bit better than it was before… but I feel good about it, so shut up. And, guess what? I started my blog. Also something productive. And then I went out… but only for a bit. C’mon, you really think I’m that much of a granny? No offense. : )

{ Goodies from Urban Fare }

Saturday {which is my favorite day of the week}, was probably one of the most eventful Saturday’s I’ve ever experienced… okay well the most eventful in a long time. I’m not that pathetic, I promise. Three of my friends and I went riding out in the intense heatwave to Buntzen Lake. All I have to say is it was HOT as HELL. But riding on the highway was exhilarating, it was cool, it kept me from melting. Everything about it felt good — the city zipping by, the breeze, the adrenaline rush, the extreme speed causing wind to seep into the cracks of my helmet… the huge amount of drag I experienced from it and the feeling that my neck feel was going to snap off… it all felt good. Especially the huge helmet in front of me, so considerately blocking my view of the road through the whole duration of the ride… and occassionally bumping into me. That was my favorite. I guess I don’t need to see the road. Bunnies have to sit in the back anyways. At Buntzen lake, we all had a picnic, we all soaked up the sun, and we all frolicked in the cool water, together. It was summer love.

{ Buntzen Lake }

After SUCH an exhausting and tough day, we headed back to Vancouver, for reflexology foot massages. For those who don’t know, reflexology involves massaging parts of the hands or feet where there are…. well, reflexes. Each part of your hand and foot corresponds to another part or organ in your body. So Ladies, you can now feel your way to a man’s heart and men, guess what, you can stimulate any woman’s ta-ta’s without being a total jackass – reflexology foot map. Give it a try, your feet {and maybe some other things} will feel like heaven.

Going back home, the fireworks from the Symphony of Fire lit the sky with a multitude of color as we crossed the Burrard bridge into Downtown, Vancouver. Whenever the fireworks are on, downtown becomes congested with hoards of people — looks like RollerCoaster Tycoon when all your park guests are jammed into one corner and aren’t smart enough to know where to go. So we ‘people watched’ from the balcony. Day over? Not quite. Not without some night riding. My first time, and definitely not my last. I love city lights. It has a calming effect and gives me some sort of warm, fuzzy feeling. Not ready to sleep, I watched ‘He’s Just Not That Into You’ for a second time. By the end of that, I was too into getting some sleep to care if he just wasn’t that into me. ZzzZzz…..

{ Night Riding @ Spanish Banks }

Sunday. 9:30 AM. Cultus Lake. Sun-bathing. BBQ. Sea-dooing. ”Swimming.” I say it with quotations because I realized I actually can’t swim. I’ve been living in denial for years. I can’t even tread water for 30 seconds without feeling like I’m about to sink and drown. Bunnie’s can’t swim. It’s true. So I won’t bother learning. So instead, I dipped in the water, dried off in the sun, dipped in the water, and dried off in the sun. And then I was burnt. I covered myself in Aloe Vera and headed out to AuBar that night – BC day long weekend. Of course, there was NO air conditioning in the club, NO breeze outside and I was walking around covered in a sticky coat of gunk. Mind you, everyone else in the club was drenched in sweat though. I may have felt flithy but at least, if I saw a cute boy, I could stick to him.

{ Sunbathing @ Cultus }

I got home that night at 3:30 AM only to find a @#$%ing huge spider about the size of my fist sitting happily on my carpet, waiting to eat me. I froze for about 5 minutes and REALLY thought about whether or not I should wake my Daddy up {wah wah, I’m a baby}. I finally decided to be a man. It took another 10 minutes for me to mentally prepare myself and find the perfect weapon… which turned out to be a textbook. But you know me, I’m so courageous, so extremely brave. So I just did it. Like it was nothing at all. And then I jumped on top of my textbook for a minute. Just because I felt like it. : ) I was scared shitless.

Don’t mess with me, bitch.

I told you my weekend was better than yours.
Good night.

xo Bunnie.