Speed run of today:
Old Montreal.
Underground shopping area.
Olympic Gardens.
Big bummer:
I haven't gone shopping yet.
I didn't eat anything cool.
PARKINGPARKINGPARKINGPARKINGPARKING
Do want:
Tomorrow is shopping day. I've marked my targets. I can't blame women for being shopaholics.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Some Forks Would Be Nice
Our scheduled departure of 4AM seemed easily attainable. But with everyone still groggy and slow from less than 4 hours of sleep, we left an hour late. First stop, Napanee. Everyone was out cold during the drive except for my dad and Shadow. We woke up at our first stop but surprisingly neither Nature nor Hunger were calling. I didn't see Avril Lavigne but I doubt she's hanging around. We were only halfway to Montreal but it seemed like it we just left the house. I love sleep.
After another 5 seconds comatose, we were in Ottawa. Parliament Building, here I come! Armed with nothing but two cameras and a not-so-brave dog, we made our way to the destination... after what seemed like hours of looking for a parking spot. My dad's pretty bad when it comes to it. It was driving me insane. Pun was very much unintended. I swear. We slowly made our way to the building, surrounded by red flags with a roaring tiger adorned by rifles. I stare at the closest newspaper dispenser to find out that a rally has been going on for the past 3 days. A 4th day was expected. The destination seemed farther with the massive crowd of Sri Lankans blocking the main gate to the Parliament Building. I'll be honest, I was annoyed that it just had to happen the one time I come to visit. I sucked it up and I just soaked in the scenery.
Speaking of sucking it up, my dad was pretty embarrassing with his lame camera and his gigantic flash. "TOURIST," it screamed. It echoed across the city. My mom was walking the dog and insisted she clean his butt in public. I question my parents' fashion senses. If it weren't for my jacket that my dad borrowed, the overall lameness would have killed me. "TOURIST," I said.
The hotel we're staying at isn't the most luxurious, especially with the need for a pet-friendly hotel. I wish I could fart money. But as long as it's not total crap. We had to find parking for the tourist information office. Password to hell: parking. I sat in the car with shadow while everyone else went in to find a hotel. Stuck with this one. It's just outside the downtown area so it's nice and peaceful. The guy receptionist was a little mean. We spent a few hours relaxing and sleeping before we went for dinner. We actually ate on time today. Surprise.
This was the highlight of my day. The girl receptionist at the hotel recommended a Mexican place, 3 Amigos. The city at night is the best after all, bright tantalizing lights to the left and right. The outside of the restaurant made the place look a little cheap. I was unsure about the place. Surprise. The inside was loud, lively, loud, busy, and very loud. It was a party atmosphere, complete with the booming beat of fast paced music. Service was fast, The guy noticed we were missing some forks. I didn't have to wait long for my food. Very fast-paced restaurant. I ordered enchiladas. Nothing special. Surprise. Yummy. Mini salad in crispy tortilla bowl. Yummy. Mexican rice. Yummy. Refried beans. Yummy. I CLEANED my plate. Helped my mom with hers. Time for dessert! FRIED ICE CREAM. 'nuff said.
Back at the hotel, checked out the gym and the pool. "Souvenir" towel. Now I need to shower. It's been a damn long day.
It's a little disorganized, but whatever. Not really feeling all poetic this time.
After another 5 seconds comatose, we were in Ottawa. Parliament Building, here I come! Armed with nothing but two cameras and a not-so-brave dog, we made our way to the destination... after what seemed like hours of looking for a parking spot. My dad's pretty bad when it comes to it. It was driving me insane. Pun was very much unintended. I swear. We slowly made our way to the building, surrounded by red flags with a roaring tiger adorned by rifles. I stare at the closest newspaper dispenser to find out that a rally has been going on for the past 3 days. A 4th day was expected. The destination seemed farther with the massive crowd of Sri Lankans blocking the main gate to the Parliament Building. I'll be honest, I was annoyed that it just had to happen the one time I come to visit. I sucked it up and I just soaked in the scenery.
Speaking of sucking it up, my dad was pretty embarrassing with his lame camera and his gigantic flash. "TOURIST," it screamed. It echoed across the city. My mom was walking the dog and insisted she clean his butt in public. I question my parents' fashion senses. If it weren't for my jacket that my dad borrowed, the overall lameness would have killed me. "TOURIST," I said.
The hotel we're staying at isn't the most luxurious, especially with the need for a pet-friendly hotel. I wish I could fart money. But as long as it's not total crap. We had to find parking for the tourist information office. Password to hell: parking. I sat in the car with shadow while everyone else went in to find a hotel. Stuck with this one. It's just outside the downtown area so it's nice and peaceful. The guy receptionist was a little mean. We spent a few hours relaxing and sleeping before we went for dinner. We actually ate on time today. Surprise.
This was the highlight of my day. The girl receptionist at the hotel recommended a Mexican place, 3 Amigos. The city at night is the best after all, bright tantalizing lights to the left and right. The outside of the restaurant made the place look a little cheap. I was unsure about the place. Surprise. The inside was loud, lively, loud, busy, and very loud. It was a party atmosphere, complete with the booming beat of fast paced music. Service was fast, The guy noticed we were missing some forks. I didn't have to wait long for my food. Very fast-paced restaurant. I ordered enchiladas. Nothing special. Surprise. Yummy. Mini salad in crispy tortilla bowl. Yummy. Mexican rice. Yummy. Refried beans. Yummy. I CLEANED my plate. Helped my mom with hers. Time for dessert! FRIED ICE CREAM. 'nuff said.
Back at the hotel, checked out the gym and the pool. "Souvenir" towel. Now I need to shower. It's been a damn long day.
It's a little disorganized, but whatever. Not really feeling all poetic this time.
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