Lets see what I can write about the last few days.
When we got to my sister's place last wednesday night, there was a power failure and we were all wearing tuques and scarves inside the apartment. We went to bed (which was nice for snuggling) and zonked out. We were still on UK time apparently as we were up at 7am to have coffee with Nat.
Headed to Eggspectation for breakfast, where we didn't get to steal a nice full-colour menu but we did score some take-out ones so at least Katy has a souvenir for her scrapbpook. Did a bit of window shopping then headed to the Jardin Botanique and the Biodome before meeting up with people for sushi. The garden has to rank as one of our favouritest places in Montreal. In winter, it's beautiful. Had a bit of a panicky moment when I walked into the Biodome with my shiny new camera. Going from minus digit very dry weather to a tropical rainforest enclosure means that your lense fogs up to hell and gone in the blink of an eye. Go figure. That sorted itself out when we entered the boreal forest enclosure and saw two otters getting it on. So cute!
Sushi was, in a word, glrrmph!!! It sort of freaked me out a bit. Michel and I used to go there every two week or so, sometimes more. When I moved to the UK, Michel continued to go there because it's damn good fish. The management kept on asking about me, and expressed sadness when they were told that I moved overseas. When Michel made reservations last week and told them I was coming, they not only still remembered me (remember that I've been gone since April), they were looking forward to seeing me again and made a huge fuss when we got there. I mean, dayum. I know I was a regular but we never exchanged more than polite conversation. Gave me a nice feeling in my heart but made me blush as well. Sushi was reeeeeeeally good too! It's nice to see that all my friends from various backgrounds like each other.
Then there was Hurleys, which was a bit of a letdown :S It was full of people and we had trouble finding a table. A friend showed up and though I was happy to see him after a such a long time, he pissed me off to no extent by spending the entire evening speaking french to his girlfriend, even though I'd explicitely told him that Katy's french was poor. Hell, he didn't even say hello to her properly beyond introductions. What also pisses me off is that I didn't realize this sooner. Since my french and my english are just as good as each other, I honestly lose track of which language I'm speaking. It's really unfair for Katy when that happens. To be perfectly frank, I'm less than impressed at the boys for their attitute around Katy (this doesn't apply to the people around the sushi table – you all rock and we love you for it). The only person who's made any effort to speak in english to her is the one whose english is the poorest. I appreciate him all the more for that.
Todays plans were a bit hectic. We met Michel and Isablelle for a *very* early breakfast then pootled a bit downtown. Katy's legs were feeling the walk from yesterday (which was made all the worst for not being used to walking in ice and snow). We were supposed to meet the Sequence folk (my old employers and coworkers) for a sushi lunch but – in what seems to be a repeating picture – those plans fell through from lack of time and lack of energy. I went to have coffee with one of the guys (as he was the only one there, the others being called away to other commitments).
So tonight, we're going to take it easy. Katy is in her jammies, I will soon be in mine and I'm going to cook some curries to thank my sister for letting us crash at her place.