You’ll have to excuse me, I’m not at my best
I’ve been gone for two weeks, I’ve been drunk since I left
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I’m so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest!
OK, that may be a bit of an exaggeration… but it’s a good song nonetheless.
So, I’m home now. I had a very restful two weeks visiting family and friends in Toronto, which was exactly what I needed. I was SO burnout when I left and a fortnight of doing little to no thinking was exactly what I needed. I stayed with my sister and my neice, who don’t have internet access set up at their new place (they, like me, just moved), so I was out of the blogosphere for a while there. After the initial withdrawal symptoms, I decided that being “unplugged” for a little while was good for me.
Anyway, since I’ve been away for a while, I thought I’d present you with a summary of My Vacation in Numbers:
- days away: 17
- items of clothing brought, but not worn: 33
- hours slept during the 3 days at the conference: 7
- cost of trip from London, ON to T.O.: $0*
- movies watched: 4.5
- subway trips taken: 29
- hot guys that hit on me in subway stations: 3
- new pairs of shoes obtained: 3
- new purses obtained: 2
- # of those shoes/purses that I actually bought myself: 0**
- cost of pedicure & fake nails manicure: $70
- amount that I actually paid for this myself: $0**
- days before I broke one of the nails: 2
- total number of nails broken (so far): 3
- appreciation level of Torontians for my awesome footwear, relative to that of Vancouverites: ~10%
- new words/phrases we taught my 19 month old neice: 8*
- Zanta sitings: 3
- galas attended: 1
- new restaurants/pubs/bars experienced: 15
Well, there you have it! Now you all there is to know about my trip!
*thanks for the ride, Nicole
***at least… I have a feeling that there were more, but I can remember 8 for sure (Aunt Beth, crazy talk, blueberries, mauve, burgandy, Huggies, excuse me, tempeh… she already knew a ridiculous amount of words* before I got there, so there wasn’t much left to teach her**)
****seeing as I know no other 19 month olds, I’m really not qualified to judge if the amount of words she knows makes her a complete genius or completely average, but I’m going to take an aunt’s perogative and say “she’s a complete genius!”