After that scary trip to the laundry room, I wanted to show you why I subject myself to that beautiful little laundry room, and 4 flights of stairs 4 times a day. :)
Tuesday, 21 June 2011
Dungeons and Drag On's
I would like to show you just how long it takes to get to my laundry room. I put off doing laundry as long as possible in order to avoid this adventure, but tonight, I was defeated.
I decided to venture off where no woman has gone before, the laundry room, of my building. Some don't make it back alive. I am a master at mazes though. You will see, in the video below.
I decided to venture off where no woman has gone before, the laundry room, of my building. Some don't make it back alive. I am a master at mazes though. You will see, in the video below.
Futons and Football!
I was looking for a cheap, hardly used futon on Kijiji for my new Montreal apartment. I found one hidden in the ads, that was exactly what I wanted, and only 100 bucks! So, I texted the post-ee.
Lucky for me, it was still available. So we chatted back and forth, I asked if he could deliver, he said he would try. During our convo, we realized that we were both from Ottawa. Deeper into the conversation, I found out that he was the punter for the Winnipeg Blue Bombers. Never had I heard of them, but I sure checked them out quick. We had become little kijiji friends over a few days while trying to figure out the futon situation.
Finally, it was delivery day. Mike arrived with the futon and a team mate to help carry it up my 4 flights of VERY tiring stairs. What a gentleman and friend. Great service I thought to myself. He even offered to let me pay 80, but he earned that extra 20 on the last flight of stairs.
Now, this would prove to be a great deal and I would be completely satisfied, but then, he offered to get me 2 tickets to the CFL game that night, where he was playing the Montreal Alouette. I was beside myself with excitement. I had never been to a football game since highschool, let alone a CFL game! I didn't even know what to think.
I asked my friend Kristine if she would accompany.. asked, begged.. same thing. I bribed her by offering to buy her a hot dog.
When we got to the stadium, there were swarms of fans flooding the streets and flowing into the stadium like a river. I had never seen anything like it, not even at the Scotiabank place in Ottawa where the Senators play. I was so excited.
We get our tickets at Will Call (which I found out was where players leave tickets for people) and headed inside to find our seats. We found our seats, 4 rows from, and right behind the visitors bench. I am pretty sure I drooled at least once. A real football game! this was pretty much a dream to me at this point. I kept asking Kristine if this was real.
All in all it was such a great day. Got a new futon, got 2 free tickets to the game and great seats, and I made a new football friend! (He is really cute too!!) I am looking forward to September when they return to play the Alouettes one more time!
Until then, I will be practicing my defense. Cheering for the other team in Montreal comes with consequences hahah
I will keep you "posted"
Toots
Wednesday, 8 June 2011
One of these things is not like the other ..
Who
While working, my friend Steph came across this awesome lesson on how to draw an owl.
Thank god for circles.
My Own Personal Bite Size Greek!
This is my right hand woman Katerina. Together, we will take on the world of fashion! I will shop, and she will stop me. haha <3
Tuesday, 7 June 2011
In A Bit of A Pickle
At the time that this was happening, I was forced to believe that restaurant staff are rude in Montreal. Later it was explained to me that the staff may have been rude, by law. Liquor law. I could fight my argument until I was blue in the face, but I would rather make light of the situation, and let you in on my own personal Seinfeld experience.
My friend Jakub (or the Polish formerly known as Kuba) were sitting down to a nice patio dinner in the sun. The restaurant? Thursdays. From the outside, it looked like any other pub on the strip, from the inside, a more fancier facade.
"Room for two on the patio?" The hostess looked quite pleased to seat us, "But of course!" he replied. He wasn't kidding, there was literally, room, for two on this patio which was suffocating with chairs and tables, "Right this way." He lead us to our seats.
Nothing on the menu seemed to interest Jakub and I on this hot, Thursday evening. "Let's just order some drinks" I suggested. Jakub, was fond of the idea.
The waiter approached with some complimentary appetizers. Sitting on our table now was a basket of bread, a large piece of mediocre cheese, and.. strangest of all, a jar of gerkins? This explained the love for pickles on the patio. People just couldn't get enough, fingers, forks and spoons in the jar. Everyone wanted more pickles.
Jakub and I looked at each other questionably, joked about eating them then leaving, and continued to skim the menu for anything familiar.
"Let's just order a bottle of wine," I suggested. "That way we can compensate for the lack of food we are about to not order." All parties were in agreeance, when the waiter arrived with our bottle of red wine (which I am allergic to). "What would you like to eat?" he asked. "Oh, we are just going to enjoy some drinks in the sun, thanks." I explained.
The waiter then proceeded to tell us, that if we were to have a patio seat, then we MUST order food. I was shocked. We bartered back and forth for a bit, but finally, Jakub and I decided to order something on the menu. A caesar salad. But not just ANY caesar salad. No way. This had to be the BEST caesar salad in the country. Why you ask? Because it was 12 dollars.
The caesar salad for two arrived at our table. The waiter reached over the two girls sitting inches beside our table, "Parmesan?"
After we disposed of the sardines, scraped the bowl, and Jakub accidentally ate the stray leaf that fell in from the wind, we were ready to call it a day.
"So, what can we get you now?" the waiter insisted.
"Nothing. We are finished." I said.
The waiter pivoted around to his colleague and loudly instructed, "They aren't eating, TAKE AWAY THE PICKLES!"
Today's lesson:
Keep your hands outta the jar
My friend Jakub (or the Polish formerly known as Kuba) were sitting down to a nice patio dinner in the sun. The restaurant? Thursdays. From the outside, it looked like any other pub on the strip, from the inside, a more fancier facade.
"Room for two on the patio?" The hostess looked quite pleased to seat us, "But of course!" he replied. He wasn't kidding, there was literally, room, for two on this patio which was suffocating with chairs and tables, "Right this way." He lead us to our seats.
Nothing on the menu seemed to interest Jakub and I on this hot, Thursday evening. "Let's just order some drinks" I suggested. Jakub, was fond of the idea.
The waiter approached with some complimentary appetizers. Sitting on our table now was a basket of bread, a large piece of mediocre cheese, and.. strangest of all, a jar of gerkins? This explained the love for pickles on the patio. People just couldn't get enough, fingers, forks and spoons in the jar. Everyone wanted more pickles.
Jakub and I looked at each other questionably, joked about eating them then leaving, and continued to skim the menu for anything familiar.
"Let's just order a bottle of wine," I suggested. "That way we can compensate for the lack of food we are about to not order." All parties were in agreeance, when the waiter arrived with our bottle of red wine (which I am allergic to). "What would you like to eat?" he asked. "Oh, we are just going to enjoy some drinks in the sun, thanks." I explained.
The waiter then proceeded to tell us, that if we were to have a patio seat, then we MUST order food. I was shocked. We bartered back and forth for a bit, but finally, Jakub and I decided to order something on the menu. A caesar salad. But not just ANY caesar salad. No way. This had to be the BEST caesar salad in the country. Why you ask? Because it was 12 dollars.
The caesar salad for two arrived at our table. The waiter reached over the two girls sitting inches beside our table, "Parmesan?"
After we disposed of the sardines, scraped the bowl, and Jakub accidentally ate the stray leaf that fell in from the wind, we were ready to call it a day.
"So, what can we get you now?" the waiter insisted.
"Nothing. We are finished." I said.
The waiter pivoted around to his colleague and loudly instructed, "They aren't eating, TAKE AWAY THE PICKLES!"
Today's lesson:
Keep your hands outta the jar
Munaretto in the Metropolis
Well, here we have it. My first blog, evhar.
I guess power watching 6 seasons of Sex and the City, has turned me into a writer. Go figure. I call this, La Cité and the Cité.
For the last 3 weeks I have been staying at La Cité, a cozy little (big) building in downtown Montreal. So far so good. I must say that I am excited to move into my new apartment downtown on Friday. It's time.
Luckily for the movers I hired, I moved into a nice victorian building from the 1920's without an elevator, and am conveniently located on the 4th floor. Also, I took the liberty of picking Friday, the 10th of June for their arrival, seeing as the streets will be closed, and the city a blaze for Grand Prix weekend. I am so thoughtful.
My best friend Jess will be joining me for the festivities, and will be here to help me unpack all of my stuff, and polish off a bottle or two of Montreal's finest (cheapest) wine. Trip to the Dep anyone?
I am sure I will have some more interesting stories as the week unfolds. Keep an eye out for my next post!
Au revoir (as they say)
I guess power watching 6 seasons of Sex and the City, has turned me into a writer. Go figure. I call this, La Cité and the Cité.
For the last 3 weeks I have been staying at La Cité, a cozy little (big) building in downtown Montreal. So far so good. I must say that I am excited to move into my new apartment downtown on Friday. It's time.
Luckily for the movers I hired, I moved into a nice victorian building from the 1920's without an elevator, and am conveniently located on the 4th floor. Also, I took the liberty of picking Friday, the 10th of June for their arrival, seeing as the streets will be closed, and the city a blaze for Grand Prix weekend. I am so thoughtful.
My best friend Jess will be joining me for the festivities, and will be here to help me unpack all of my stuff, and polish off a bottle or two of Montreal's finest (cheapest) wine. Trip to the Dep anyone?
I am sure I will have some more interesting stories as the week unfolds. Keep an eye out for my next post!
Au revoir (as they say)
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