Busy, Happy
It was a busy, happy weekend. The best kind, in my opinion :)I had a date with my dad on Friday night. We grabbed a quick bite and then enjoyed the Moose game - and I do mean ENJOYED. Beating Toronto in anything tends to make me happy, and our boys took them 3-0.
Geoff and I visited The Forks on Saturday morning and went skating on the river. I totally forgot how much fun it is to go skating... Way more work than I remembered, but it's amazing how quickly you get your skills back. After that, we had brunch (and did some serious people-watching), then went to go visit Cait, who was very diligently attempting to sell Crocs to tourists. And dinner at The Keg for a coworker's birthday.
And yesterday was a quiet, lazy day spent at my parents' house. My mom hauled out some of my old pictures and report cards and stuff to show Geoff. Pretty funny stuff. I was a freaky child - lots of A's and *glowing* reviews. Probably better for him to know that now. To even out the score a little bit, he produced a picture of himself with hair, much to my family's amusement.
Last night, on a whim, we checked out the newish gelato place at Confusion Corner. Interesting. First of all, you walk in, and they've spent some coin in an attempt to simulate an Italian streetside cafe - which amused me (especially the fountain). The food was actually really yummy. And the piece de resistance was their seemingly never-ending cooler of gelato flavours - 72 in total. I tried the green apple, and then proceeded to gush about how happy it made me until I think I started to annoy everyone within earshot.
And there you have it. Except for a small note that I can't seem to stop listening to my Natasha Bedingfield CD. And it's suddenly winter again, which is draining just a little bit of my contentedness today. But that's all. At least until my next post :)
Labels: My Life, Weekend Update
3 Comments:
Lindsay, interesting to hear your comment on Geoff's hair. In the west, we still get a bit of a shock when he visits without hair!
That's funny, Marilyn...
Maybe we can arrange some sort of compromise - he can grow out one side and shave the other?
On second thought, maybe not :)
you should change every mention of gelato (?) to ghetto...it sounds better. ^^, hee hee
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