- My friend Dani
- The King and I. Specifically, the Pad Tofu Long Song with brown rice at The King and I.
- Cindy at the Traders Grill at the Marriott. I swear, the woman must see a bargazillion people in a year, and yet she remembers me, even though I only come to town two or three times a year, and the off-menu items I get with my breakfast. "Melissa!" she says, "Go sit at your usual table! I'll get your bottle of water and your bananas!" It makes me feel like Norm from Cheers. But without the testosterone and beer.
- Today, the flirty piece of not-ordered baklava (even though I don't like baklava) that found it's way into my take away bag alongside my falafel sandwich this afternoon.
- Remembering that Alberta is right in the heart of Old Dutch country, and the bag of Sour Cream and Onion chips that will be coming home with me. As an aside, rumour has it that Old Dutch's take-over of Humpty Dumpty will see the Old Dutch brand making it's way back into Ontario this year. Which may have made me cry tears of joy.
Because I love you, here is a picture of what I will be tomorrow morning, as I finally come on back home. To stay. For a little while, at least.