So was gonna head up to Castle Loma for Halloween and celebrate with KT and all them by poncing about in the only freaking castle in Canada. (why? Why the hell is there a castle in the middle of Toronto?)
Unfortunately my car had other ideas.
Car has been acting wonky all week and was making funky noises so I decided I'd better just get the thing home in case it decided to die on me, cause it really would suck ass to be stuck in brampton and have to call a tow truck for the car.
So I get home, and my dad looks at me and says, "don't you have a driving test tomorrow morning?"
Cue Mere running about like a madwoman to arrange the appointment confirmation and get enough money for the test.
So the trest was at 8:30am. Why? Why the hell did Dad book a test that freaking early? And in GUELPH!!! I hadn't even had any caffeine when i got to the test centre cause I was almost late cause I got lost so many freaking times. The whole time I was doing the test, there was this constant litany of "Oh gods, please don't die on me car, I need to pass this fucking test, I can't afford to take it again... pleasepleasepleasepleasePLEASE don't die....." It actually did go well though, PERFECT FUCKING SCORE, take that everyone who says I can't drive. Bwa ha ha ha ha!!!!
Halloween was fun, did the cand at the door thing, watched Aslan chase the hapless little kiddies off the property, that dog had a ball. My theory was that anyone who actually got past Aslan to get to the doorbell and trick or treat bloody well deserved candy.
Oh, and as to the title of the post? Samhain (Nov 1) is the Celtic New Year. Insert another good excuse to get good and sloshed!!
Meru at 7:37 PM