Welcome back to the Smelly City

Truth is, I'm delighted to be back.

Please take my advice -- unless you're into doing a road trip, do yourself a favour and fly out to the east coast. Between gas, which cost $106.9 out east, hotel, bad food (I'm so very weary of Tim Horton's), cramped car conditions with the windows closed up tight and topped off with a five-hour bus rode home from Ottawa... Well, not only am I flat busted, but I slept more than 13 hours recovering on Friday night. Saturday was spent doing nothing more than brunch at the Beaches Sunset Grill, and watching TV.

Bad movies always delight me when I'm brain dead. Though I will say Shall We Dance? was far superior in its original Japanese version. (Although Stanley Tucci quite steals the show.) I will admit to the guilty pleasure of enjoying movies about dancing -- Strictly Ballroom is among my favourites, but I've been known to watch really miserable offerings... Alright, I do admit it. I watched Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights. (It left me with the worst urge to go to Cuba.)

Anyway, I digress -- which I suppose is the point of having a blog. I went whale watching with my family on Wednesday, and was treated to having not one but two humpback whales only metres from our tiny boat. Amazing thing, that. I shall post photos in the next day or two.

I will say this -- I just wanted to dive into the water with them, hold onto to one, and just drop down into the depths of the Atlantic. It was all I could do not to fling myself over the boat's railing. I worry about the day when my spontaneous urges to do insane and potentially lethal things on a whim are no longer kept in check by reason...