If it's Sunday, I must be in...

[sleestak]

I flew into Ottawa last Monday, and slept walked through the week at work, homesick and beat. Things took a turn for the worse on Friday when the quiet meal I'd planned at Conwall's most chi-chi establishment was thwarted by a private party at the restaurant. Instead, I grabbed a to-go chicken fillet dinner at St. Hubert's and drove to an

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[kaytethinks]

Hot tubs, they always sound so sexy.

[zooby]

In reality, a germy soup of somebody else's hair and bodily fluids and skin. I find alcohol helps me forget that.

[teencake]

I'm going to need a PowerPoint presentation to understand your comings and goings. ;)

I too get accused of suckign the fun out of things by being too critical. What can you do? It's Christina Aguilera!

[edda]

My problem with hot tubs is, they're so damn hot. To the point of discomfort. Although if a man stays in one for an hour, it kills his sperm for up to six weeks. No kidding, I learned that in high school biology.

*hugs*

[picklepants]

Canada has turned your into a frat boy!!! Oh noes!

You're still coming into town tomorrow night, eh? You got my contact info still?

[sleestak]

A frat boy with expensive taste in hooch is still a frat boy. Alas!

I'll be in town tomorrow afternoon, and am staying at the same hotel as last time. Being the non-organized person that I am, I managed to lose your phone number, but feel free to give me a call if you're up for doing something. I'll likely be in the Market shopping for wifely Christmas presents...namely, a toque.

Hooray!