Old Home Week
Yeah yeah, whatever. So I've only been a non-Ottawaiian for 2 weeks, but it still was an odd thing to drive up the Queensway to downtown and NOT turn off the usual exit to go home.
Lunch with the old homies today at what is normally a Friday kind of place. Ye Olde Prescott
Hotel. Because it was a Tuesday, and not a Friday, we stuck to pints and not quarts with our midday repast. And oddly we all got borderline healthy specials and not the usual Friday selection of Meebs.Strolled down Elgin Street after work to Mags & Fags for some periodical shopping. Over to Woody's to just sit in the open window and quaff a few while shrieking at 7 week old pug puppies. No draft before 5 though. Weird, man..
Saw a most beautiful sunset over the Gatineaus from a perspective never seen as a resident. Had dinner in the hotel restaurant. Which was a stupid decision. Crap food and would have preferred to have gone out, but my inner Becky came out after spending $36 for a blow dry at Amalfi Spa and didn't want to take a chance of ruining it in case the humidity stayed in the tornado zone all evening.
posted by Sheena @ 11:18 PM
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5 Comments:
Isn't the blow-dry toast once your head hits the pillow? Christ, I'll dry your hair for 36 bones.
A-ha... for one who only does business with women, you don't understand the value of a proper blow-out?
A good salon blow dry can last anywhere from 2-5 days depending on one's activity level, outside humidity and natural propensity to be a greaseball.
ONE advantage to having dry skin.
Sadly, I don't understand these things. I only have a two day washing threshold before my mane gets the homeless look.
This is why I value your blog.
good grief. and here's me saying "i'll just go home with wet hair. nevermind me. go on with your business."
shrieking at pug puppies? I believe it was more of an excited squeal!
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