Yesterday, Sarah and I needed to get out of this backwater burg and
hit some big city action (including a vast array of food ethnicity). We
grabbed some Pho on queen st. and it was wholly pleasuring to the
epicenters of our minds. Tantalizing, even.
After that, we hung with a few friends at a local watering hole (The
Black Bull) and heard Hey Rosetta play a few songs for free while we
sat in the front part of the horseshoe. After copious amounts of
Creemore, Jill, Brian, Viv, Sarah and myself decided that street meat
was in order so we hit that up (complete with all the fixin's) and hit
the hay on a comfy futon.
After a bit of a sleep in, we ventured to a waffle joint where Brian
works and I had 'waffled bacon' which is essentially bacon cooked
into waffle batter. It was pretty dang amazing.
I feel full and ready to inflict some pain on myself this week in the
exercise circuit.
Sometimes, you gotta get out.
