jamesq | Growing Old Sucks

I went to Banff this afternoon (after taking care of some SCA business that needed doing). It was a pleasant drive, followed by a nice soak in the hot springs and a walk around Banff Avenue. I was intending on going to Maple Leaf for dinner, but discovered that the place was closed for a private soiree. Bugger.

I wandered around and settled on The Bison restaurant. They were booked solid, but could seat me "provided I was finished eating by 6:45" (it was 5:45). This was fine by me, provided I actually get my food in a reasonable amount of time. It was a very good meal and I was fed in a reasonable amount of time but also not pressured into rushing.

Lacking anything else to do, I drove back to Calgary, discovering (on the outskirts of town) a sudden cluster of asshole drivers. Not poor drivers, not inattentive or reckless drivers. Assholes. Fuck 'em.

Now I'm at home, having gone to Banff by myself. Had dinner by myself. And now I type by myself. Not the birthday I'd have picked, but there's not much I could have done about that. It's a weekday and everyone was busy. I did spend some quality time with friends over the weekend and I've gotten roughly a hojillion birthday wishes on LJ and crackbook. I really should feel better about it.

Hopefully the rest of the week will prove a distraction from reality.