Easter 2007

In need of a major break from this city and work, I headed up to Toronto in Via One (first class) for a nice weekend of R&R. I sat next to someone who must have had a hearing issue as she didn't understand the question "excuse me, I'll just be a moment to settle down, I have to place my bags in the overhead compartment. Would you terribly mind standing up for a minute?" I don't know how else I could have said it.. so I politely waited for everyone to board, cramped in my seat with all my bags on my knees, hoping there would be an empty seat I could take. The last thing I expected was for a friend of mine to walk on board and relieve me of my boring seat partner.

Toronto brought one some great adventures, eating more cheap (and tasty!) sushi than one person can handle, dancing like a rock star, street meat, and knowing that best friends always make everything better. I also crossed another accomplishment off my list: acquiring the ruler of all lip glosses, the fiery punch, the possible end to my glossession (m).. the Two Face "lip injection". (it's just a name)

(m) glossession: Gloss. Obsession. Smash 'em together why dontcha.*

*on a side note, I can never understand why the auto-correct function tries to replace some nonsensical words with their own suggestions. In the case of "dontcha", which is obviously "don't you" to us, Mr. auto-correct is suggesting we replace it with Pontchartrain or Chardonnay. Uh, what?