“I’m psycho!”Akemi happily informed me.
“Hunh?”was my response.
“I’m psycho!”she repeated. “I asked about when Jeff was coming back to Toronto yesterday and, today, you got an email from him saying he’s coming back! I’m psycho!”
“PsyCHIC,”I corrected her. “Psychic.”
“Not psycho?” Disappointed.
“I don’t know. Maybe psycho too.
She redirected her attention back to cleaning her favorite mug. I’d advised using a mixture of boiling water, lemon juice, and apple cider vinegar to remove the coffee stains but she was leery, fearful of creating some sort of dangerous chemical reaction. I assured her that it was perfectly safe but she seemed unconvinced, citing the example of a vengeful woman in Japan who mixed hair remover with her husband’s shampoo only to have the concoction explode in her hands. Noting the horrified look on my face, she suddenly brightened and shouted: “Be careful Japanese wife!”
Uh, yeah. So hopefully NOT psycho.
Hey, we went to a vegetarian restaurant today for lunch. I ate this –
The Drunken Stupor: Canadian bacon and double smoked bacon strips, a cracked egg, whiskey BBQ sauce topped with beer battered onion rings.
Wait. Oh. I see why you’re confused. Yes, Akemi wanted to check out a vegetarian restaurant in Kensington Market for lunch. While she enjoyed her salad, I definitely DID NOT enjoy my sad and soggy apple-brie crepe and watery soup and matcha latte. And so, on the way back home, I stopped by a place called Bacon Nation and ordered the above-pictured sandwich. Better.
I’d agreed to the veggie foray as research for tonight since I would be hosting not one but TWO vegetarians – AND a couple of vegans. Outside of the doggy dental strips and the bottle of sriracha sitting in my refrigerator, my place is decidedly un-vegan friendly. And by that I mean my dogs have been trained to attack vegans (only because Jelly, Bubba, and Lulu find the food crumbs they drop during the course of a meal sooo disappointing).
Anyway, I covered my vegetarian and vegan bases by also ordering up a bunch of tofu sandwiches, weird earthy salads, and a couple of desserts. For everyone else, it was sandwiches from Banh Mi Boys, rum cakes, and brownies. Also the samosas and beef patties Alex and Allie brought over. I made sure to set aside one brownie for actress Zoie Palmer who texted me, and I quote: “If I don’t get a brownie, I’ll be making up my own lines on Monday…just saying'”.
“You’re having a Super Bowl party!”said actress Melissa O’Neil on Friday. The fact that it was less a question and more a statement of fact was hardly surprising given that actor Roger Cross had informed me, only days earlier, that he was coming over to watch the game and then apparently interpreted my silence as an official Super Bowl party announcement. In all fairness, we should have all gone to actress Jodelle Ferland’s place to watch the game since she is rumored to have a t.v. twice the size of both Roger’s and mine combined – but it was a pleasantly cosy get-together nevertheless.
Tomorrow, back at it!