- Read a lot of this and this.
- Indulged in rampant relaxation.
- Listened to a bunch of grown men talk about wrestling: “… and then he opened up a can of whoop-ass on him. Wow!”
- Drank more coffee than is legally allowed.
- Bagels! Bagels! Bagels!
- Easily avoided a computer for nearly all of my vacation. (see #2)
- Listened (and spoke, sort of) to oodles of French and Italian. Felt inadequate. Started planning to take more language courses.
- Luxuriated in the gorgeous, history-soaked bliss of Francophone Canada.
- Got snowed on a lot. Colourful language ensued.
- Met my friend’s parents and brother, who treated me to incredible food, wonderful hospitality, and a good, warm pair of winter boots.
- Learned that kids can be fascinating, amazing, and incredibly fun to be around. Who knew?
- Laughed my ass off, spoke in hushed, serious tones, babbled endlessly, and felt the warmth of connection.
- Purchased some amazing music.
- Finally succumbed to some rather strident digital camera urges. Expect rampant narcissism soon.
- Had a dream about a man named Joe, a red chef’s hat, and gigantic slabs of beef.
- Watched a rather scattered but artful (whatever that means) Shakespearean adaptation.
- Listened to the endearing sounds of a child singing Il Ragazzo Della Via Gluck.
- Ate sushi with a guy from La Broquerie. And liked it.
- Had a streetperson call me “Gramps”.
- Scoured the city for some of my favorite pants (aka “old man pants” - see above).
- Skipped breakfast and went directly to brunch.
- Realized that I left my toothbrush and toothpaste back home.
- Avoided any signs of encroaching boredom and party-poopiness.
- Got hit on by a man wearing a gigantic doily.
- Didn’t once think about what Gwyneth was wearing.
- Instantly started missing my beautiful friends upon my return.
- Came back to reality: 915 new e-mail messages.
27 Things I Did on my Vacation
