i++ he says: it should be “sneeze this moment”
i++ eating butter chicken from waitrose + extra roasted chicken
i++ debating whether meghan markle eats butter chicken
It has been almost five years since the last “my life is boring” crisis. Living in Bermuda provides a sort of redefinition. On the one hand, there is no hipster coffee shop opening in my neighborhood every weekend; there is zero hipster coffee shop in my neighborhood. On the other hand, looking out the window is like looking into a GGM novel
Wicker Park for chop shop
Humboldt Park for scofflaw: “gin-focused cocktail menu”
North Center (just realized this area is not called Roscoe Village) for bari zaki studio
A few weeks ago, we had the pleasure of attending the amazing wedding of Darlin. I’m really not a wedding person but I’m thinking all weddings should be scheduled such that the kiss occurs at sunset. On the coast of British Colombia. Something about those silhouettes in that fading light.
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After we got married in August 2014, many people asked: How’s married life?
My response: We’ve been living together for a while so the same as non-married life?
It’s not entirely clear.
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Walking along the bamboo forest in Arashiyama, he decided that he wanted a grapefruit drink. So we bought two grapefruit drinks. It was expensive.
As I put down the one on the left, I said: Let me take a picture of my grapefruit
As he put down the one on the right, he said: Take a picture of my grapefruit too
We don’t have a shared bank account but maybe we should get a shared instagram account?
It’s not entirely clear.
On Tuesday, I got up at 4 am for my 8 am flight because I need to renew my work visa. I went into secondary and waited and waited and got rejected. Even though I’ve had TN visa for most of my working life. The upside is that, on the ride back on the Union Pearson, I got a nice view of the sun rising over Toronto.
This weekend: attempt visa renewal at land border. The upside is that, he’s been wanting to visit Buffalo for a while. We are thinking silo city and blue sky mausoleum.
Next weekend: hot pot party with Anne & Josh.
Next next next weekend: he will make roast for my mum’s birthday.
We usually eat out once a week on the weekend. This morning, we started talking about where to go. We are seeing The Public Servant at Berkeley Theater so somewhere close to there would be convenient. As we talked, I started wondering … does it make sense that eating out is such an important part of our weekend? It’s always fun to go out to eat with friends. But when there are no social events … how do I want my week to end?
11:00 Listen to jazz fm while he makes coffee and eggs; yes we are drinking coffee from my trip
1:00 File everything in my inbox
3:00 Shop at St Lawrence Market
4:00 Run east along the waterfront
5:00 Test a new recipe
8:00 Theatre, film, etc.
11:00 Make pancakes
1:00 Pre-read for next week’s meetings
3:00 Walk over to my parents; browse through all the books that I could be reading @ circus
5:00 Play the piano
8:00 Subway back downtown; check out the latest TTC posters
9:00 Blog, organize travel photos, etc.
Ideally, every weekend would encapsulate all that I love about life: drinking coffee, watching movies, grocery shopping, cooking, running, walking, reading, writing and, of course, working!