It’s been quite a week. On Monday,
despite my paralyzing fear, I finally got on a plane for my first solo flight to Toronto. After several Calgary Airport delays due to severely bad weather (and endless worst-case air disaster scenarios that were stuck on repeat in my head), I self-medicated with some airplane-appropriate narcotics, and begrudgingly settled in to the flight. (All the while working hard to resist the urge to call the Sweetspot girls with an elaborate excuse as to why I couldn’t board the plane. Finally busted as a drug mule? What can I say—I was prepared.)
The flight-cancellation fantasies were all for naught however, as the flight was mostly uneventful, and well worth the trip. Besides getting to pow-wow with the rest of the lovely and talented national Sweetspot team, I was finally able to meet the equally lovely City Editors,
Montreal’s Vanessa Muri and
Vancouver’s May Globus.
After our highly productive day at the Sweetspot office concluded, Ms. Globus and I hurriedly returned to
Moroco (where we had lunched just hours before), and indulged in their sinfully delicious C4 truffles, and colourful macarons. (I’d jump on another plane just to be able to grab a few more of the pistachio and lemon ones. Ok, maybe not. But I'd seriosuly consider it.)
And while I thoroughly enjoyed the shops on Bloor St., and the glimpse of what Toronto so obviously has to offer, a wave of ‘home sweet home’ washed over me as the plane touched back down in Calgary late Tuesday night.
What next? The No Doubt concert at the Saddledome Wednesday, with Paramore and Bedouin Soundclash. Quite simply, Gwen is a goddess. Amazing pipes, a fiendishly bang-on fashion flair, and six-pack abs that make me cry with jealousy and pre-baby nostalgia. Not to mention a set of band-mates whose sense of humour is rivalled only by Gwen’s frenetic energy. Did I also mention she’s married to one of the
loves of my life and has two beautiful boys? This chick truly has it all.
Speaking of gorgeous couples, Saturday night was all about a bachelor/bachelorette-hood send-off for two of my best friends, Mike and Michelle. A pop-culture-themed party
(dressing up as your favourite TV or movie character was a pre-requisite, hence my attempt at a horrendous Kate Gosselin hairdo via a bad blonde wig), the night was filled with much ado about dancing, dares and the general merriment of great friends in celebration. While the guys split up and headed to
Amsterdam Rhino, the girls partied into the wee hours a la many cocktails at
The Roadhouse.
And as my throbbing head finally hit the pillow for yet another abbreviated sleep that night, I could only hope the following week would prove as fruitful, challenging and fun.
Happy Monday all!