My parents have been away with my sister in Las Vegas, and my brother is still in Singapore, leaving me with three cars and a big empty house. I drank like a fish last night at a so-called "family restaurant" in Richmond. It was SO bad....Isabelle is underage...but when _I_ got carded, I was so pissed off that I had left my drivers license at home. . . it wasn't our intention to go for drinks, but after lunch and shopping downtown, we'd proceeded to dinner, then Richmond night market...then it was her bright idea to go drinking.

It didn't even dawn on me then that I had no ID, and I had no ID because I'd gone to the beach with Mark on Friday so I'd packed light. Plus I'd never gotten carded for basically ANYTHING (cigarettes, clubs with Mark, nor licquor) since I'd turned 20. Silly, silly me. The place had already had a raid by police earlier in the night, so they were being carefully anal. But oh well. We had actually gotten into the elevator and was prepared to leave before we bumped into two girls that Isabelle had met before. Sucky turned lucky.

The rest of the night is history. We joined their table and met some people from BCIT, and played drinking games all night.

I don't know if I could do that all the time. Surprisingly, I don't have a hangover.

The night before I'd spent the night at Marks'. It's great to spend time with him. It's nurturing. The day was spent at the beach before him making dinner for me. I love when he cooks for me. . .I guess it's the same as when I cook for my mother..that look on her face and the somewhat silent satisfaction while munching away is what pays off for culinary talents. And I always did love food.

My parents are back today. I have to get them from the airport at five o'clock...that leaves me no time. :( I wanted to get some shopping done....we'll see I guess.