My weekend in Ottawa was lovely. The drive up was back-breaking and went late into the night, but when I got to my friend Rachel’s house we immediately hit up the patio. She had beer and wings, I had nachos and a cocktail… good times.
The next day we had brunch at a quaint diner down the street, walked off our greasy food by heading to the market (passing Parliament on the way). After the market we walked back to her place along the Rideau Canal (where, to her amazement, we saw an otter swimming through the shallow murk). After chilling for a bit we headed to the Glebe, which is a neighbourhood with a stupid name and probably should be called Yuppieville instead. ;) We checked out some of the stores and then went to an amazing Italian restaurant for dinner.
After dinner we went back to her place to make copious amounts of mixed drinks in martini glasses. I made some pretty amazing concoctions on the fly, my favourite being the one with melon and peach liquor, vodka, and orange juice, shaken with ice and strained. Then we were off to Elgin Street to meet with some of Rachel’s friends, maybe, and go to a club. We met up with her friends but they ended up going to a different club than us. The club we ended up going to was nice, with decent music and really cool laser/smoke/light effects. Also, we were both underdressed compared to the other chicks in the club with their three inch heels and tiny dresses, with our jeans and t-shirts, so dem boys totally left us alone. Hurrah. We left the club around 3 AM and proceeded to drink lots of water and eat some amazing leftover veggie lasagna before crashing for the night.
The next day I was feeling lazy so we stayed in and watched Firefly all morning. Then I headed back home. On the way I took a little side trip through Kingston. The first thing I wanted to do was drive past our old place, but it didn’t elicit much of a reaction out of me. Driving by Stauffer, however, gave me a huge wave of nostalgia. As much as things have changed there, so much has stayed the same.
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