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Weird Weekend

I visited my hometown for the Easter long weekend. There wasn't much down time in my schedule.

On Friday I chilled with some buddies from highschool. There were some new people there and one had a take on homosexuality that I really didn't appreciate. The person is under the mistaken impression that it's caused by over-nurturing children and somehow oblivious to all recent scientific studies in this area.
The board game we played, Shadows over Camelot, was fun. It's a collaborative one with quests. We successfully completed the quest for the holy grail because we're awesome.

On Saturday, I got 2 new summer tires and ran into an old friend from elementary school. It was nice seeing him and catching up.
After the 1.5 hours of tire stuff, I got ready for a party in Chisolm, Ontario. It was the most country place I've been to and while it was nice seeing some friends, I don't think I need to go there ever again. I had such a weird evening that I got inspiration for a horror story involving cannibalism. People probably thought I was somewhat antisocial or weird since I wasn't talking a lot. The story going on in my head was rather distracting.
Eventually, I made it out of the country and back to my parents in time for a visit with a long time family friend who's pretty much a brother to me.

Sunday brought a slower pace. I had lunch with a friend and chatted about various things. I'm happy things are going well for her.
After that I made brownies and helped my mom with supper. I had time for some reading and my bro came over. Dinner was tasty.

Monday rolled around and I drive back to Ottawa. That night I played some Oblivion.

So the Easter weekend was a mixed bag for me, but overall enjoyable.

Ciao,
R~

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