We had a much-needed Diva Night last night at Ms Helen’s. At dinner (a little “stick to your ribs” restaurant in the middle of some industrial area in Toronto), we found a bottle of 2000 Pirramimma! Melle spotted it on the wine list and we had looked for it at the LCBO last year after our wine-tasting class. It was sooo yummy. Excellent. Also, goes well with lamb shank.
Some more wine and some scotch was had (well, I least I had scotch), along with rockets – a must-have sugar addition to any Diva Night. Not sure if we are showing our age or our busy lives, but the glasses of water came out early and we were snuggled in our beds by a respectable 2am. Nevertheless, we found time to surf some house porn, dish on guys, and family and jobs and our thwarted writing careers. It’s fabulous that we can find the time to do this, and it’s always a great time when we get together.
Definitely showing my age, I succumbed to inertia when I got home. I had plans for painting or housework or working out or something, but mostly I napped and read and napped and talked on the phone with my Dad.
Speaking of whom, he has the brilliant idea that we should CUT A HOLE in the wall where the critter is, to, um, see the critter in question. Has the man learned nothing? Last time we went looking for the critter was the psycho squirrel in the basement – whereby my Dad pulled off the chimney “cap” in the wall and was cleaning out the nest when the squirrel POPPED UP. He was there! I’ve never seen a wiry Scottish man move so fast to replace a cap in my life. And then we laughed hard enough to dislodge kidney stones. Yes, so with this brilliant idea, he’s thinking I could then have a “door” to the coldspace. But won’t this be like a critter door? Wouldn’t they be more likely to want to come into MY BEDROOM??!
If you don’t hear from me after next weekend, assume the psychotic squirrel has entered the living area and is holding Jl and me hostage.
And on another note, I’ve caved into peer pressure and now have a Facebook profile. Who knows who’ll come out of the woodwork…