today rocks really hard
This morning, My Lovely Wife and I went out to breakfast. I got to eat eggs and bacon and ham and sausages and hashbrowns and white toast and coffee and juice. We read the newspaper. We joked that maybe we were like one of those couples that goes to restaurants and orders food and eats food and leave without ever talking to each other, but then we realised we had been making too many faces at each other for the past ten minutes for us to fit that stereotype. I then stole some of her hollandaise sauce and offended her mightily.
Then, we went for a drive. We drove around the city and I pointed out every house, flat, or apartment I had ever lived in with my parents. I showed her Park Vic, the flat on Chestnut, both places on Willow, Beech Street, Keating Road, Top of the Mountain, Spinnaker, and the house on Wenlock. On the drive, we drank coffee and ate Lindor chocolates. I told her what years we lived in each place and things I remembered from each place. I pointed out some of the schools I went to. Justin Timberlake sang “Sexy Back” on two separate radio stations and My Lovely Wife danced in her seat.
Then, we drove out along Purcell’s Cove Road. We stopped and looked at the waves breaking against the rocks. We looked at the ocean. I gave her a hug. She groaned at the complete and utter corniness of any public sign of affection in such an obviously romantic-looking locale. I politely ignored her groan. We got onto Herring Cove Road and headed back for the city. Pat Benatar came on the radio and My Lovely Wife shrieked.
Then, we got home and got on the couch. We watched some TV.
And then… I had a two-hour nap.
…
Some days… some days really don’t suck
And tonight… I might just make cookies.
[Exit while dancing small cookie baking dance.]
November 12th, 2006 at 3:53 pm
“Jason Spacemonkeypants of no fixed address…”
And where on Willow? I used to live at 6009. Well, briefly.
November 12th, 2006 at 7:04 pm
Hey! You’re a fellow Haligonian! I’ve been lurking, and not realizing! I’m apparently slow and need to wear a helmet while I blog.
Where’d you have breakfast? I’m still on the hunt for the best Sunday morning breakfast place in town…other than Cora’s. I want greasy spoon.
Nice to meet you!
November 13th, 2006 at 1:21 pm
Oh, man, that sounds like heaven! There’s nothing I like more than a nice relaxing day with MY WIFE, doing nice little things like you described. I wish you more days like that.
November 15th, 2006 at 10:45 am
mike: My Dad lived just two doors east of Windsor, while my mother lived on the corner of Willow and Dublin.
canadian sadie: Well, seeing as we live on the Dark Side now, the breakfast places we frequent are The Mic Mac Tavern, Smitty’s (on Main), and the Steak & Stein. But my favourite greasy places in Halifax are Mary’s Place, the Ardmore Tea Room, and my most recent discovery, and my new favourite, the North End Diner (across from Stadacona on Gottingen.)
And don’t be ashamed of the helmet. Some of the tangents I can go off on can be pretty abrupt.
Suldog: It really was a frickin’ great day.