So I haven't updated in way too long. It's been a crazy couple of weeks.
(1) Jen got hitched! Her wedding was absolutely fabulous -- her family is awesome and her friends were so super nice. I don't think it could've been a better day, there were a gazillion hilarious moments followed by a zillion touching moments. The charming and adorable Mr. and Mrs. Byck most certainly have many silly, happy, sweet years of loveyness ahead. Yay!
(2) We did some super fun work events. They've been a riot -- lots of craziness, but also lots of fun. I really love our team of girls, and am sad that our adorable Miss Bianca will be leaving soon (though still, yes, thrilled for her for going back to grad school, whee!).
(3) I got to visit my sister and see her house for the first time. I saw my Nani and Papa and my mom and it was awesome.
(4) I have developed an unholy fixation on Age of Love. Especially Mary's constant crying.Why does she have to leave?
(5) My piano arrived! I've been playing it pretty much constantly since. I kind of forgot how very amazing music can be. Le dreamy, dreamy sigh.
That's it. I am back on track now.
I absolutely love Fresh.
Today, my parents are traveling from Edmonton to Portugal for a little vacation and had an overnight in Toronto. We met up with them for lunch before they headed back to the airport. In my ongoing effort in forcing them to try new things, I suggested Fresh. (Actually, Dave originally suggested it, as it's near a guitar store he wanted to show my dad, but I ultimately agreed and suggested it to my mom, so it's still kind of my choice. Hah.)
In any case, if you haven't been there before, you must go. It's the yummiest veggie restaurant in town (and in any town that I've ever tried) and we had yummy smoothies, Thai burgers, sweet potato fries, and miso gravy (heaven). In any case, the thing that cracked me up about this experience was the waiter's introduction of Today's Special.
"For brunch today, we have scrambled tofu, veggie back bacon, and..."
I didn't even hear the rest, as I was too focused on quieting my internal laughter.
Everything I've ever tried at Fresh is clearly veggie. It's no veggie food trying to make itself out to be non-veggie food. It's all "Hey. I'm a big delicious salad. This is my buddy, big delicious bowl of rice and veggies and sauce and tofu. And, hey, I know my brother's name says burger, but that's just for format -- it's pretty clear that he's made of veggie stuff and soy and the like. Good? Good."
Scrambled tofu? Veggie back bacon?
Kills me.
And a teensy bit apprehensive.
I know it's ridiculous, but the tiniest slice of nervousness greeted me when I woke up this morning.
I don't know anyone. I don't speak the language in any meaningful way. I have no idea how to get from one place to another.
I'm gonna go all Mary Tyler Moore, though, and make it after all.
So it occurred to me on the weekend as I was reading a gossipy magazine at the hairdresser (yes, while getting that cut and colour discussed in my last post): Exactly what, pray tell, was Britney Spears in rehab for?
The article was some delightful fluff piece, detailing how poor Brit had exploded to a (*gasp*) size 6, and was hoping to have $130K in plastic surgery getting back to a size 2. Before getting into how she was so damnably desperate to be a 2 again because she wanted K-Fed to see what he was missing, and because she so very much wants charming JT -- whom she's been split from longer than she dated by now, no doubt -- back, the author pointed out that plastic surgery couldn't happen immediately. You see, dear readers, after being in rehab, surgery requiring painkillers isn't allowed for a certain period of time.
Issue.
What was Britney addicted to, y'all?
Yeah, sure, we all saw her wee breakdown slash head-shaving episode. And we saw the lost panties, boozy nights out with girlfriends, and the fact that her kids seem to have all but disappeared. And I have no doubt she was messing around with way too much alcohol and a mixed bag of drugs.
Is that actually addiction? Because it sure looked like a mental breakdown of some sort. In either case, nobody actually did say what Britney was addicted to.
Unless it was Crazy?
Not physically. You know what I mean.
Nothing particular happened to make me acknowledge this, it just suddenly occurred to me that I could probably count on one hand the number of times I've kept my mouth shut when I should've.
Well, maybe not completely, but like half.
Anyway, happy St. Patrick's day, people.
No, not his role in the presidential race.
The smoking.
(He gotcha this time.)
His wife apparently told him that he wasn't allowed to run for president unless he did, and he's now using Nicorette (hello, free publicity!).
I don't know. I liked him once, but nobody likes a quitter. Does this count as flip-flopping?
Hah.