A Weekend in the Life of a Non-Blogging Blogger

Friday

• Leave work.
• Pickle Barrel. Because I quite enjoy both pickles and barrels. And the company that is associated with such a combination.
  
• Food Network marathon. I would eat dessert nachos. In a heartbeat.
• The B&B is in full operating mode. Welcome, Christianne.
  

Saturday

• Get on the bus. Notice stain on capris. A friend from college happens to be on the bus. With a Tide To Go pen.
• Kensington Market. And playing hide-and-seek with a bubble-tea place. We win, but it takes a while.
• St. Lawrence Market. We partake of as many samples as possible. Most of them cheese.
• Splitting souvlaki and Greek salad. Naming the leftover olives.
  
• Gelato as it storms outside. Ferrero Rocher makes the rain more endurable.
  
• My black umbrella has a name: Ebeneezer. Because it's old, cheap and gloomy.
  
• I have a crush on a robot. His name is Wall-E.
• The Old Spaghetti Factory. Deliciousness. The waiter says I remind him of a Heather. He stares at me all night. I like to think that Heather was the love of his life, the one who got away. In reality, she's probably locked up in a women's prison somewhere. I have a fleeting thought of leaving behind my number on a napkin. Just because it's the most out-of-character thing I could possibly do. But I don't.
• Yonge Street is closed so that grown men and women can manipulate large praying-mantis puppets in the name of comedy.
• The Eaton Centre closes at 7 on a Saturday. You learn something every day.
• Starbucks is not closed at 7. I am treated to a lemonade concoction that is both amazing and completely new to me.
  
• Bus station madness. A hug goodbye.
• Deflating the guest bed.
• Sleep. A little.

Sunday

• Miss the bus.
• Church with Wendy. Second time in the same calendar year. Last time it was Vancouver. Airplanes are my favorite invention.
  
• The A/C kicks in eventually.
• Apparently Richard Gere is King David?!
  
• Spinach and feta omelet on the patio. A heart-to-heart in the sunshine.
  
• Magazines and naps. I think a decent measure of a friendship is whether you're comfortable hanging out and just napping the afternoon away on big comfy chairs.
• Adventures in hauling luggage to the subway station.
• Blogging (a little) in pajamas. Sleepy but content.
• Deliberating between watching Mad Men's second-season premiere, playing the piano, reading and sleeping. Sleep always loses. Then again, I did doze off earlier....