Life's a beach
Yesterday, in order to postpone the nervous breakdown I will no doubt have if I keep racking up the extra hours in the office; I took a half day and went to The Beaches. I drank a Venti Iced Green Tea Lemonade from Starbucks and watched the expensively-dressed soccer moms take their expensively-dressed children and dogs (and yes, I do mean to imply that the dogs were also expensively-dressed) for walks.
So walking around The Beaches makes me feel a little bit poorer and scruffier than I normally would. That's okay, I kinda love it down there anyways. Maybe one day I will be a thirty-something yuppie with more money than I can shake a stick at. Then I can feel like I belong that far down Queen East, too. In the meantime, I am content to drink my iced tea, enjoy the waterfront parks, and peoplewatch.
Oh, I also took some pictures:
CAUTION: Watch for obviously spoilt pure-bred dogs!
The rest of the set is here
So walking around The Beaches makes me feel a little bit poorer and scruffier than I normally would. That's okay, I kinda love it down there anyways. Maybe one day I will be a thirty-something yuppie with more money than I can shake a stick at. Then I can feel like I belong that far down Queen East, too. In the meantime, I am content to drink my iced tea, enjoy the waterfront parks, and peoplewatch.
Oh, I also took some pictures:
CAUTION: Watch for obviously spoilt pure-bred dogs!
The rest of the set is here