Surprise! I'm Wearing Pantyhose!

Last weekend I canceled all my plans (yes - I had plans. Shocking, but true...Sarah Wolf can vouch for me!) and made an impromptu trip to the North to visit Sean. Earlier in the week, Sean told me an anecdote about how his classmates had been asking if I was going to be attending the NOSM Holiday Party. Sean was sick of telling people about how we're buying/selling a house and that I'll be moving to Thunder Bay in late December or early January, blah, blah, blah, so he gave up and told them that I don't exist. That was my cue to promptly and unexpectedly exist. NOW IN TECHNICOLOUR!!

I surprised Sean at the holiday party. When he saw me, he yelled, "you ass!!" Love you too, barf face. I met the med school crew, danced with the med school crew and was crucified by the karaoke stylings of the med school crew. They seemed like a good group of folks who love to have a good time. Sean noted that med school students tend to study hard and then party hard at periodic intervals.

We had a great night with a little drinking, a little dancing and a moderate amount of prancing. We got home really late - like 12am. We're so wild.

On Saturday we did exciting things, such as signing our mortgage papers, trying in vain to find a BB USB cord and test-driving Hondas. Saturday night we went to a get together that was full of Sean's friends from highschool. It was nice to meet some of the people that Sean has told me so much about.

As mentioned earlier, we test drove some Hondas. We were going to test drive a Honda Fit because we figured we could buy something small to toot around town in. Unfortunately, Sean's usual compact car issue befell us - the dreaded centre console. Horror!!!
Because of Sean's gigantism, not all cars are appropriate for him. Kind of like that tall guy that gives Nelson his comeuppance in that one episode of the Simpsons.



Some compact cars are very uncomfortable for hime because they render his arms as useless as T.Rex's (the King of Dinosaurs, not King of Glam Rock). In a car that's too small for Sean, his arms end up being pinned to his chest by the steering wheel because his knees are nestled violently on either side of his shoulders.



The Honda Fit, for some reason, has an unnecessary outcropping on the centre console. It's like a corner where no corner really needs to be. Why, oh why? He got in the car and immediately said "well, this won't work", understandibly.

See the corner below.



See the corner sticking into Sean's knee.



After we failed to test drive the Fit, we tried a CR-V. We both liked it, but it's a bit pricey. Keep your eyes peeled for used CR-Vs!

Look at how cute Sean looks in his CR-V.



Note the centre console isn't ideal, but we've dealt with worse.



I really liked the fact that the temperature control was on the passenger side, which means that since Sean does most of the driving, I would be in a position to surruptitiously turn up the heat.



I liked the secret compartment. I'm like a raven...very distracted by shiny things. This fact is the reason why I trust Sean to make all the major purchase decisions.






We drove by our house to be. Sean wouldn't stop to let me peek inside. He said it was creepy. I thought I could be stealthy enough to not attract suspicion, but Sean did not trust my Bond-girl-like moves.



Note the trailer on the back of the truck. That's right...get your stuff out of our house (although, you can leave the pineapple mirror).



I gave the house the thumbs up.

We took the CR-V back to the dealership and while Sean and the dealer talked shop, I perused the dealership for interesting, shiny distractions. I found a whole car full of them.
The dealership was having a toy drive for Christmas and there was a CR-V that was just full of toys. In it, I found this toy, which I immediately found intriguing.



Under the part that says "Glamm", it says, "The Extra Ordinary Girls". Now, I would have thought that if a toy was intended to be extra ordinary, the legs of the doll wouldn't be about five times the length of the torso, unless this is a doll representing me in grade 9. Trust me, I was extra ordinary.

On Sunday, I departed.

The trip was short and sweet.

Hey, Sean! No more test-driving! I found our perfect vehicle at the airport!



Has anyone seen the cops on these at the airport? These are even nerdier than Segways. I think this is part of the results of the inquest into corruption in the Peel Police dept. They need to ride these lame scooters until the ranks are free from drug-fueled corruption.