My supervisor has bronchitis, so she was unable to make our weekly drink night. Unwilling to break the tradition, I called Matthew's old roommate Tom, who joined me at the bar. It turned out to be a wonderfully celebratory occasion as he has just gotten a job as a financial planner.

We yapped and drank and then headed next door for some yummy food at Garibaldi's. I got two little appetisers totalling less than $10 and ate all the bread I could get my hands on. Mmm, bread. A friend called and agreed to my crazy idea of going dancing on a Wednesday night (Qool? Liquid?). By the time I walked home she called and said she was too tired, which was fine with me. I have my walks all timed so going to the bank is exactly 15 minutes and going to the bar is 25. As I walk I keep thinking of the Russian proverb:

The church is near but the road is icy;
the bar is far but I will walk carefully.

Today was "Crazy Day" at school.

The kids dressed appropriately.

And made applicable faces.

Even the administration was dressed up.