My Bittersweet Symphony...

Hey yaars,

The past two days have been quite a tumultuous affair for your own "Good News". Here's my best attempts at summation.

Yesterday I managed to head on out to The Loose Moose to meet up with the guys (and gal!) to catch the Leafs/Raptors games, chill, and basically shoot the breeze as has become our weekly ritual nowadays. As always, I got the whole guilt trip from The Mom who painstakingly reminded me that I should not come home late. Little did I know how serious she meant it this time around.

The Loose Moose was decent. The sound system REALLY thumped the audio from the Leafs game, to the point that it truly sounded as if I were in the HSBC Arena to see our precious Leafs lose. We still all ended up having a decent meal and some hilarious bantering back and forth. After the meal, it was decided we head on out to somewhere a bit quieter so we could talk without having to strain our voices. On the way out, I hear someone yell out my name. I flip backwards to see Dwayne - one of the previous supervisors at the Blue Jays - chilling with one of his buddies. Cedric and myself managed to exchange hellos and niceties with him, though perhaps not as much as was formally required, seeing as we had people waiting outside!

So we ended up trekking to the nearby Tim Horton's (which USE to be a huge Legends of the Game). I ended up having my first ever slice of cheesecake, making me feel like one of the Golden Girls. It was pretty good, and I totally realize how it can fatten people up. Upon receiving it I thought the piece was a bit tiny, yet when the first piece went down the esophagus, I totally understood how rich and heavy cheesecake can be. Of course me being the beacon of fitness and all, I'll probably be heading on out to have another tomorrow!

Suprisingly enough, we were at Tim Horton's until about 1:15, at which point I had to pipe up, nothing that the last subway train was soon to leave. Luckily we all made it in time, though I had quite the shoe-ful to absorb the second I got back.

On the way home from Kennedy Station, I had received the dreaded phone call from home. Seeing how I was only minutes away, I decided to leave it since I would be home in like 5 minutes. BIG mistake! Right when i got home I had my mother waiting outside our door, saying I should leave! Since she preceded to block the doorway, I turned around. Of course this led to her taking her slipper off and whacking me a few times with it, demanding me to come back or she would wake up all the neighbours. Yes, I went inside and didn't sleep in the car. I was expecting World War III to start at any moment.

Instead, I find my mother crying non-stop, COMPLETELY over-dramaticizing things. In attempts to avoid her noticing my laughter, I managed to sneak off into my room where I changed, and went on the computer. She didn't stop bawling for a good half hour! My brother then had the nerve to go out and tell my mom to stop crying because "Naveed doesn't care". He has become a master at making me out to be the biggest jerk whilst making himself out to be an angel. Soon the drama subsided for the night.

Of course all day today the only words that have been spoken to me have been from my brother, decreeing "dinner is ready". I hate these wars of attrition I have to go through every few months. I'll just have to keep myself busy until one of her perkier friends shows up and she HAS to talk to me :P

So that's the temp Naveed Report for all you admirers. I'm sure my tale has brought a chuckle to your face. Hopefully the war this time will subside in the very near future! I'll keep you all posted.