There & Back Again

Living in a small town is nice most of the time, but all-you-can-eat sushi becomes a magical, mythical event when you live in an area that does not offer sushi, period. No sushi restaurants. No little plastic containers of take-away California Rolls sold anywhere. And if we want to make our own, do you think my local grocery store sells nori, or rice vinegar? My local grocery store doesn't even sell refried beans.

That's why this was so amazing:


We ate, and ate, and ate some more and finally all the sushi disappeared.


One time when I was in one of the famous Las Vegas buffets, I went to the washroom. There were two other girls in there too, and one of them said to the other one: "I ate so much! Can you hold my hair back so I can puke?"

... three cheers for Bulimia. (We ate so much we felt sick, which reminded me of the Vegas Bulimia Girls, but unlike them we did not puke. Just in case you're wondering.)

Have I mentioned that Kingston, Ontario, is a really cool little city? It has very pretty old buildings everywhere and is a big enough city to have a million cool stores downtown, but at the same time it's small enough that everything's in walking distance.

We left town after my sister's wedding and started the long drive east again. We kicked around in Montreal and Quebec City to go shopping for things that are either scarce, expensive, or non-existent in stores in Nova Scotia, and when we got back to Nova Scotia we all decided to stay the night at Kristie and Tanya's parents' place. We played Wii all evening and then the next morning Kristie fed me Triscuits and peanut butter for breakfast because they had cereal, but no milk, and peanut butter, but no bread.

We are finally home. We grabbed Arlo from the boarding kennel that our friends own and found out that he'd had a blast the entire time we were gone. The cats are fine, my plants are thriving, the house did not implode in our absence, and it's just nice to be in our own space again.