Desert...I thought you said Dessert!

Last weekend, the Lady, the S.O. and some friends took a trek two hours west of the City for a camping adventure. A purse such as myself leans more towards urban fun, but where the Lady goes, I follow. And that's how I wound up squished in the backseat of the car, next to the sleeping bag, a tent and bags of Old Dutch ketchup chips.

While the Lady left me behind on the first hike she and the S.O. took, much to my dismay I was dragged along on a wagon ride through the desert in the hot, stickiness of Saturday afternoon. The wagon creaked and whined under the weight of the passengers and the S.O. marveled at the strength of the horses who pulled us along. The wagon stopped so we could take a short walk through the sand dunes. The S.O. ran ahead, while the Lady trudged up the first dune, whining the entire way. Eventually, as her feet adjusted to the scorching sand, she lightened up and snapped a few photos. Imagine my surprise when I was placed on a dune for a photo opportunity! Hopefully this marks the end of my camping experiences for the near future...perhaps a nice cruise or a resort would better suit my tastes.

Pool Like That

This summer has been full of firsts for this Purple Purse! The S.O. planned a date night for the Lady –that’s certainly not a first, although one activity was new to us both. The S.O. borrowed his dad’s convertible to take us for a lovely drive through the city. We were the highlight of the road! Other drivers honked at us regularly and one gentleman in an SUV even asked the Lady if it was a nice ride. She giggled uncontrollably and then prompted the S.O. to answer the question before he sped away with the change of the light.

After the wind had sufficiently blown the Lady’s hair out of control, we made our way to a pool hall for a game of billiards and some pizza. The Lady won –by default when the S.O. sent the white ball flying into the corner pocket or prematurely sank the eight ball. No matter; who keeps score anyway? Even I got in on the action, although I regret to inform you, Dear Reader, while I look best in solids, I only managed to sink a stripe.

Fringe Benefits

The Lady, the S.O. and I took in some local and independent theatre this summer at the Fringe Festival. The Lady is a seasoned Fringer, even having produced, wrote, directed and acted in a few shows during her youth. Throughout the course of our Fringe adventures, the Lady filled me with snacks, water bottles and the program they so often checked and rechecked for showtimes and venue locations. Despite the rain and challenges finding decent parking, we stood in line for Festival favourites Die Roten Punkte and Monster Theatre.

In one such line, the Lady spotted some intricate graffiti she wanted to photograph for her ever-growing collection. The S.O. offered to carry me while the Lady ran off to snap a photo. He looked rather strapping with me slung over his shoulder, if I do say so myself! The Lady, however, did not look quite so lovely when she returned to us in a panic. Apparently after she took the first photo, she looked around to see if there was any other graffiti in the vicinity worthy of collecting. Instead of graffiti, she found a fellow sleeping on the ground, tucked into the corner. Startled by this sight and stifling a scream, she ran back to the S.O. for a comforting hug. Poor dear!