I had an interview today at a busy place on the Red Mile (the strip in Calgary made famous by the ultra non-violent party atmosphere of upwards of 55,000 fans during the Flames 2004 run to the cup).
It basically got famous because lots of girls flashed their boobs. "Flames in six, show your t*ts!!"
We're all class, all the time.
At least we're happy drunks.
After the interview (I start Sunday, what's up now bitches?!), I was supposed to meet a couple of friends at a wine tasting.
It was pouring rain so I ran in my stupid sundress (it was SO warm this morning!) to the liquor store and, being 15 minutes late, expected my friends to be there. And be all like "where have you beeeeeen" but alas, no sign of them.
I had forgotten my phone at home and being the
So I drank wine by myself. It was delicious.
(I found out when I got home that one friend had to go to Saskatchewan that morning and the other had texted me like 6 times to figure out the plans. Whoops)
On my way home, it was still freezing so while I waited at the bus stop I decided to duck in the nearest building for shelter. It turns out it's a Spanish-English school and they are looking for English teachers! Coincidence??
Either way I'm supposed to go there next Wednesday to talk to the operations guy. I told them I don't care about money I just want experience and maybe some Spanish lessons.
Also, I got my hair did and settled on this:
In a few months I'll go back and get lots more blonde put in, to make it all summery and such.