i++ Xmas lights @ Brookfield Place (like fireflies)
i++ Weekend coffee date @ Sumach Espresso
i++ Tuesday morning coffee date @ Versus
i++ Catching up with Elizabeth @ Sud Forno (luv cafeteria style)
i++ Celebrating Mum’s bday @ Cherry Street BBQ
i++ He sent me this Kumamon picture!
In 2016, I celebrated my birthday at Black Sheep Inn and experienced a swirling sensation as we hiked the Quilotoa Loop. Our destination seemed well within reach but the path was obscured by the multitude of valleys between here and there. Then the low clouds came in and the lay of the land became even more mystifying.
In 2018, how shall I celebrate my birthday? Well, birthdays are about believing in magic and magic is especially important in February, which may feel like the darkest and coldest month.
Option A: mountaintop skating because everything is more magical on top of a mountain
Option B: finding the windiest spot in Toronto for kite flying because life is about having a long volatility strategy
Option C: watching the night sky and believing that the stars are perhaps fireflies hovering just out of reach
img src=Milliman Forum Nov 16, 2005 (wow twelve years) (trying to remember what it was like being twenty-two)
1. We check into hotel
I say: There are three things to check out before dinner!
He says: There is a king size bed in our room!
We did manage to do everything on my list except Schwartz’s, which was impossible due to …
2. Foie gras overdose at Au Pied de Cochon
3. Browsing beautiful books at Canadian Centre for Architecture (super cool exhibit on James Stirling and axonometric projection)
4. Taking feet picture at westmount square
5. Experiencing genius loci at palais des congrès (can you tell someone is reading a book about architecture)
6. Loving the color of the red pepper spread at communion
7. Loving the fountain at 1000 de la gauchetière
8. Loving llama tartare at mochica
9. Cheese browsing at Jean Talon (ended up getting cumin gouda for train picnic)
10. Hoping that one day AGO will be as good as Montreal Museum of Fine Arts (very cool exhibit on Tom Wesselmann)
11. I don’t have a picture for the most magical moment strolling through saint louis square, surrounded by victorian gingerbread houses, past the tiny tables where espresso is served, past firefly like lights. A jazz duet (violin plus guitar). We sit. The wind blows. The wind blows harder. The music continues. The rain splatters. The rain pours. The music continues. What life should be.