Part One
Last weekend Toronto's own gay pride weekend. There was a parade, some beer tents, dancing and stuff that I didn't go to because I was too busy stuffing my face at Ribfest. What, you might be asking yourself, would such a delicate flower as myself be doing at such a redneck event? I just told you: stuffing my face with ribs.
It was unbelievable. As the boy and I parked, I saw where the action was: the corral full of people lining up to sample the wares of the various vendors. The signs advertising the different rib sellers went up as high as four stories with quirky phrases and boastful promises that their ribs would be the best I would ever taste in my life, and everyone displayed their trophies and lauded themselves for every single little award they ever won with their ribs. There were the sexy rib girls in cowboys hats and tiny t-shirts, sweating over the grilling racks as they sang and cut meat in front of drooling men. There were the guys who rang a cowbell every time a customer ordered a full rack of ribs...and that bell never stopped ringing the whole time I was there. I just stood there and smelled the aroma of roasting meat and when I couldn't stand it anymore I selected a line and went to it. The boy and I stood in line for what seemed like forever and all we did was talk about what we were going to eat first. There was something called a vegetarian's nightmare consisting of half a chicken, half rack of ribs and a pulled pork sandwich. Fantastic. We were going to get that but then realized there were at least a dozen other rib places that we felt compelled to eat at so we should just start small.
Once we got our first round of meat, we found a place to sit. The first bite brought tears to my eyes as the meat fell off the bone and melted in my mouth. As I sat there, drunk with rib goodness, my boy went and grabbed me a beer. So there I was, rib in hand, boy at my side and I thought this just can't get any better. Then he came back with more ribs. And beer. And then more ribs. With more beer. And then a funnel cake topped with apples, cinnamon and vanilla ice cream which happens to be my kryptonite. After all this, I found a place to lie down on the grass and watched our friends play with their baby girl. Screw Pride, I thought. This weekend is all about ribs and funnelcake.
Part Two and Three (because I am lazy)
Having recouperated from that, when I went back into work yesterday after the long weekend, which for me lasted five days because my boss is awesome, I had my 3 month review and was granted a hefty raise. Which I completely and totally deserve. So now I have a new title, new responsibilities and a much better salary to go along with it. When I got home, the boy had set up our WiiFit so I could try it out. Let's just say best workout ever. Seriously. I love this thing. I love it so much I worked out for over an hour without realizing it. And that is why today my abs are sore. I am going to do it again though becasue apparently the boy has unlocked some new thing called rhythym boxing that sounds intriguing. And then maybe some ribs.
