I remember one Friday night around 6pm that Dan called me to tell me to dress up because he had planned a surprise for me. A surprise after a long week at work. Trying to be a good sport, I spackled a smile on my face and put on my dancin’ pants. 3 hours later (yawn) we were in Montreal. I don’t remember where we went..atleast a few clubs. I think we ended up at a deli a little after 3am. Spent the night not sleeping and shivering in Syl’s parents basement. Slept really late the next day, and went to the local flea market with Jean-Marie. Bought a few cookbooks. (Some things don’t change).

This weekend?

Friday night: pizza and Lion King 1.5
Saturday: first soccer practice
Sunday: gymnastics and breakfast at cafe crepe

Somewhere in there I stopped wearing the dancin’ pants….not sure when though.

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