We started the day at the McCord museum. We'd noticed the night before that it had a Haida exhibit that tickled my fancy, so we had a gander before going to Eggspectation for breakfast. I think I've found inspiration for my next tattoo.
After eggy goodness, we spent the next 4 hours on St-Laurent (but I'll let Katy say why on her own terms). I almost got mugged by two constuction workers, a stockboy, a pharmacist and a cashier because I was carrying a box of Tim Hortons doughnuts. Hmmmmm, dognuts.
Once that little errand was done, we walked down St-Denis to Camelia Sinensis. I have to say, that place is the tea shop equivalent of C.M.O.T. Dibbler. You know it's bad, but you can't help yourself. No more though. Between the noisy ambiance with coffee-house music, snooty staff, overcrowding and generally holier-than-thou attitude, it's a place that I don't need. The tea salon in the old port is so much nicer, with friendlier staff (that bring you unasked for cashew nuts) and better tea. Cheaper too. So there. Fuck off, pretentious asses.
Teapots are rapidly becoming our latest collector trend. We found a cute one in a little curio shop hole-in-the-wall for next to nothing, so we just had to buy it. We just did.
Katy and I met up with Michel, Sara and Em at Bishoku (for our third sushi meal in 3 days…) which was, as per usual, damn good. Katy made the hostess really happy by asking for deep-fried ice cream and we actually tried new sushi. Hmmm, raw fish. We all went to Hurleys for a few drinks and the usual tales.
Michel dropped a bit of a bombshell when we told us that Isabelle was driving to Quebec and would gladly give us a lift. At 7am. That meant that we had to pack everything and get all the crap we'd bought to fit in two already groaning suitcases. That was fun, but we got it to work with no space left. We went to bed at 1:30 am and woke up at 5:30… fun fun fun, but cheap travel :D
…the wedding pics still don't like me.
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