Weddings at the Museum of
Weddings at the Museum of Civilization are apparently quite a good idea. Other than blabbering “lovely” a few dozen times, I’m not sure I can meaningfully elaborate, but Mike and Kristen are happily married, huzzah!
We had a nice vegetarian breakfast before setting out for Toronto, and it’s a good thing we did. Without that nutritional fortification, our side trip to the Napanee Dairy Queen would have been fatal. “Chocolate Extreme” appears to be some sort of code for “bring your own insulin”.
Once we got back to town, Alasdair and Madhava came over to watch Sexy Beast, which was decent. I’ll need to think about it some more, but it didn’t strike me as all that great. We snuck the DVD back minutes before the 10pm deadline, and I picked up High Fidelity and eXistenZ before we popped over to Insomnia for a late dinner. Tyla’s away all week in New York helping George move, so I want to make sure that I have some sort of non-feline domestic commitments to avoid staying at work the whole time.
It’s late, and I have to get to the tree before my scheming coworkers generate more conflicts. Peter has been quiet in the tree lately, and while I’m sure that much of it has been due to his excellent security infrastructure documentation work, I still fear that he has a complete rearchitecture of something waiting to beat me like a bag of hammers.