Seven Funerals and a Wedding

So everytime I go up to Canada lately it seemes to be for a funeral. It's a bit depressing. Anyways I just came back from a trip to the north and yes, it was for a funeral. Luckily I did get to visit my siser and my mother's side of the family which was a definate plus to the whole thing. 

My sister decided that since I was in town for a Friday night she was going to show me "her" side of the city. We ended up going to a gay-friendly club where she was surpised that I didn't have a stronger reaction then what she got from me. Now I say this place is gay friendly because not everyone there batted for the opposite team. There was definately girl on guy action going on so perhaps it was bi-? Who knows...I just wanted to know how the transvestite that kept following me around wearing nothing (and I mean nothing) other than fishnets and a bustier was hiding the family jewels in front. It was a very clever arrangement let me tell you. Anyhow we got home at about 3 AM and ended up stoping for a bite to eat. The next two days were alright except for the funeral and I cam home Monday with the flu. I hate being sick, really and truly. I was so cold that I was huddled under a sheet, a polar fleece blanket, a comforter, two more polar fleeces and a heating pad and was still shivering. Thankfully that's all over now and I'm back to normal life.  That being said I'm going to go work on my writing.