my meg

i don't know where to begin. i think yesterday was probably one of the best days of 2003, even taking into consideration the getting up early and going to work portion of it. really, how wrong can you go with a potluck at which you and thirty of your co-workers gather and stuff your faces for an hour (and you get paid many compliments on the quailty of your chili *preen*)? then, you come home to two xmas cards and a cheque for $285 in your mailbox after getting the primo parking spot in front of your building. next thing you know, you're on your way to the neighbourhood pub with your two favourite people where you drink more beer than you normally do, eat good food, watch football (ick) and hockey (yay), gamble, enter draws, meet new people (and fall in love with a married man with a scottish accent), flirt with strange men with weird facial hair, take pictures of your favourite meghan in the whole world and win vancouver canucks hockey tickets! it can't possibly get better than that, can it? wait, there's more! then you come home and you find a fun and rambly phone message from your heather-friend (that's a friend named heather not a friend of heather although, she is a a friend of heather named heather... oh, dear, my head)! when you wake up the next morning, you're not suffering ill-beer-effects and you find a new message on your cell phone from another new gary with a voice that makes your ear hum, your mouth to gape and a quiet "oh, wow" to usher unbidden from your lips. i can't tell you how much i needed that.