Up where the air is clear

Yesterday, I walked down my street and picked up a bunch of delicious items from various butchers/ cheese stores/ veggie and fruit markets, etc. It was good exercise because I walked all the way down to Queen, then started buying stuff and halfway back up the street, I was lugging around an extra 50 pounds (probably not, but I’m lazy). I’m trying a “let’s not eat carbs ALL the time” thing, so I got lots of protein stuff. And also yellow mangoes which are amazing and better than the stupid green ones. I also got raspberries which obviously got squished under all the heavy things in my bags because I am clearly a packing genius. So today for lunch I had me a little cheese/ cucumbers/olive tapenade wrap using deli meat (prosciutto and turkey) as the “bread”. If eating meat and cheese and olives all day is a diet, then call me Jenny Craig.

Then after work I was unexpectedly whisked away for a belated B-Day present from my friend Claire: our annual rooftop beverage at the Park Hyatt. I enjoy this as I get to pretend I’m a high roller. I never feel bad about wearing dirty smelly clothes there either because all the trust fund babies wear dirty smelly clothes also because they’re FILTHY rich. Let’s just say for 3 Apple Mojitos and 1 vodka soda between the 2 of us, it’s a good thing they supply us with a never ending supply of spiced olives, almonds and a kind of luxury chex mix. Otherwise it would be a rip off.
Nevertheless, it’s one of my favourite summer time traditions. Their bathrooms are also very fancy. I did take pictures in the bathroom. I hope that’s not illegal.

Ugly:
The following conversations overheard on the bus/subway today:

#1.
“OMG hi, how are you?”
“Good!”
“Where are you coming from right now”
“South Africa. Yah, I went to watch the (some soccer team)/ (some other soccer team) game.”
“Oh…no, I mean right now..”
“Oh. I was at Walmart. Sorry, I’m so used to people asking me how South Africa was. It was great.”

#2.
(In hushed voice) “Patrick, I need to find some underwear for tomorrow”
“What?”
“I need…to find…some UNDERWEAR for tomorrow…”
“I can’t hear you…”
“Underpanties, Patrick, COME ON!”
“WHAT ABOUT THEM?!!!”

Awesome:
Rooftop patio good times. Delicious, free olives, etc. Delicious mojitos. Summer in general. Mixed nuts.

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