  Seems like ages since I've attempted the bloggy bloggerson. Much has happened....first up, Montreal. We had a fantastic time. All we did was eat at fantastic restaurants (Dave discovered the world's best Thai) and walked it all off, wandering aimlessly and having random adventures.
We also found the world's most romantic restaurant, in the enchanting Old City (but, beware the aggressive restaurant hosts who will stop at NOTHING to get you inside!!!). I was a wee bit disappointed, because the city didn’t feel quite as European as I imagined it to be. I thought it would be like mini-Paris. But the Old City had tons of character. We had a smelly room, but it was bearable.
Everyone was surprised to hear we didn't party it up, and visit the crazy strip clubs and dance clubs and all that fun stuff....but I try to tell them, we're a boring middle-aged couple! I'd much rather settle in for the night with a bottle of wine and a game of Lost Cities (yeah, I schooled him! But he came back, post-Holiday, and whipped me. Now I owe him a twelve pack of Heinies...grrr!). But all in all, it was a most romantic vacation. No luck on the apartment front yet. I'm still wistful about the one in Medford we turned down. But, we should trust our instinct. If we were so torn about it, it wasn't the one. It shouldn't be this complicated. But, deep in my heart, I KNOW I'll be comparing every apartment we see to that one. It was gorgeous....shake it off.
There will be others.... Lately I've been an insane Salt addict!! I can't get enough! I devour those overly-salted bagels from Finagle like the world's ending tomorrow. I can't explain it. I know I’m not pregnant. Though, the baby fever is more rampant than ever! My sister is due any day now. And, I just found out that Gen (Evil Dognapper, to those who know about the Daisy extortion plot) is having a baby on July 10. I'm privately thrilled for her, because she wanted a baby more than anything, but I also don't think that crazy people should be having babies. They're going to have serious problems in that family. But I was really bummed that nobody told me she was expecting.
I chewed Erin out a bit, but all I got back was, I'm too busy, I'm a third year medical student and I’m planning a wedding and I basically don't have time for friends. That makes me sad, too. I give up. I'll never be back in the Chelmsford loop. I'm friends with the best of them still, at least, so I'm content with that. I am finding I wish I had more girlfriends, though. Ashleigh seems so distant now, and so sad.
I don't know what to say to her anymore. I feel like I'm finally ready to open up to people (I think Dave has inspired that in me), and I'm ready to trust, but I'm finding that people have very busy lives and no time or energy to put an effort into starting or strengthening friendships. I'm guilty too, I've blown friends off before. But dammit, life is too bloody short!! Who cares if you're career is rocking, if you end up lonely at the end of it all!
Well, I've wasted the morning of work by blogging. Now, back to the number crunching. Frustrating, though, because I have a poem brewing in my head, and I can't take the time to work it out. And the bus home...forget it. Grumble inducing. Oh yeah, and I've been neglecting my new summer project: MythicalBrit.com. I've reserved the domain. It's going to be a site for Anglophiles, devoted to all things British! History, and recipes, and current news, crazy links, you name it. I just have to get the ideas down. And a logo. And learn Dreamweaver. Maybe a To-do list is in order...color-coded...NOW it gets exciting, folks! 
