I met Angela after work on Friday. We went and had a nice dinner and drank sangria at the Latin Quarter on Commercial drive. Then we went home and watched The Red Violin, which Angela had never seen before. "Violins are HAWT!" On Saturday we made French toast and and baked cookies. Some people came gerthumping through to look at the suite. Then we watched Star Wars and ate leftovers from the previous night. Or did we watch the South Park Movie first? I don't remember.

Sunday morning... Sunday afternoon. "Shouldn't you be getting home darling?" "Maybe..." "I think you should stay another day" "Okay" So for a while Angela studied. I cleaned house and packed a bit for moving. Then a scrounged-together dinner, then The Empire Strikes Back. Before I knew it my weekend was over. She still rode with me on the bus in the morning, napping against my shoulder. Four movies, five or six meals, lots of cuddling, it's a blur. She kept me company while Iain and Steph were in Toronto. She's something special, that Angela girl.

ColdPlay on Thursday, moving next weekend.