day 11081: what i did for my three day weekend
It was like having Stacy and Clinton (of What Not to Wear fame) following my every move.
“No more boots. Your running shoes are for RUNNING only. Just because they have a little pink does not make them cute.”
“No more black. You need COLOURS!!”
“No more no-name jeans. You need jeans that LIFT AND SEPARATE.”
This weekend’s “Shop. Eat. Shop. Eat.” trip to Montreal was a blast. We hit Simons, Cour de Mont Royal, Saint Laurent; shopped until my credit card smoked and my bank account emptied. Major deals were scored, and we walked away knowing that better prices would not be possible at any outlet mall below the border.
We shopped until exhaustion.
And then we ate. Oh, how we ate. Justin bistro a vin for foie gras, Kaizen’s for sushi, Schwartz for smoked meat sandwiches… and Bubba’s in Kingston for Italian poutine. Sure, it was partially an eating trip, but the sheer amount of food consumed… incredible. I’m stunned that I don’t need to shop again to accommodate the consequences of our gluttony.
Montreal, je t'aime (but don't tell anyone)...