friends - the sixth

This is my very oldest friend, I have known her for twenty-five years. We became friends because our parents had the same good sense to buy homes on our block, but we've stayed friends over the years for so many more, important, reasons.

She is kind, considerate, sweet and honest. She is the kind of friend who can see through all of my ranting to get to the bottom of what I'm really trying to say, and isn't afraid to ask "is this what you really mean?"

We've shared a lot of happy memories over the years, and have seen each other through some hard times. Whether we've got an ocean or just two neighbours' houses in between us, growing up together has linked us for life. She and her older sister are my honorary sisters and I theirs, and I know she will always be there no matter what.

Do I look impressed?

Another weekend... uneventful in the grand scheme of things, but I did manage to catch up with a few old friends and some family. Not entirely miserable, but certainly nothing to write home about.

Friday night I went to dinner with Kathryn (again) and her boyfriend Brian. We went to a local place and then to their house (just down the street) to see some photos, catch up with the parents and see all of the changes to their home over the last year.

Saturday night a friend from undergrad, John, drove in from Milton to spend the evening in north Toronto. We went up to Yonge/Eglinton, which was really nice because I haven't been up there since I've been back. Had some beer (in pitchers! thank you, Canada) at one of my choice pubs (the Duke of Kent) and then he ended up crashing on the oh-so-uncomfortable futon in my basement. (Note to future visitors: please don't let the sound of this futon put you off staying chez Edelman. I have a very comfortable and large bed that I would be more than happy to share with most of my guests).

Today I went to celebrate my cousin's 21st birthday at her house where I caught up with some other cousins and family members. It was nice, but I ate way too much junk food and will HAVE to force myself to go to the gym tomorrow to beg to be a volunteer in exchange for a free membership - wish me luck!

All in all, a pretty full weekend, but the best part about it all was that I found my hair straighteners and after a long year without proper ceramic plates I scorched my hair into place... what a treat that was.




In other news, I am aiming to obtain some temporary employment that will last from now until the end of December. After which point I hope to have a brand spanking new carrer-type job to start somewhere... over the rainbow (or ocean).

Oh yes, I like fun.

Last night I spent a wonderful evening with one of my oldest and dearest friends in the world: Kathryn. She and I went shopping at Bay/Bloor, avoided the craziness of the film festival crowd (although, I am starting to think that since I was having a very good hair day maybe it might've been a good idea to try to track down one or two celebrities) and then enjoyed a very delicious dinner at Spring Rolls.

I tried an avocado milkshake. It tasted like avocado. It was also sweet. It was good. I would drink it again, but maybe not for a year or so. Don't want to overdose on the fatty goodness that is an avocado milkshake.

We walked home up Yonge Street (aka the longest continuous street in the world!) and chatted about all sorts of things. It was SO great to spend time with Kat and finally, FINALLY AFTER A WEEK, I can say that someone (and some places) has reminded me what I love so much about being home.

Still missing England, A LOT. Still missing my friends who are not in Toronto, A LOT. But, Toronto in the fall is starting to make me feel all warm and fuzzy the way it always has before.