The title is in honor of my engaged sister, who religiously watches TLC, so as to be prepared when she buys her wedding dress. Which happened yesterday.
It was a pretty busy day, starting with me taking the bus alone like a big girl (earlier than I was supposed, to, though, which meant I had to get off, wait for my sister to come meet me, then take the same bus 14 minutes later), then meeting my eldest sister and Tanja's two friends at the dress shop.
My sister Tanja, ever so efficient, tried on numerous dresses, found one that she loved (It was so beautiful to see her so happy), retried the other dresses that we liked (we were sitting in four chairs, in a row, in front of a podium with a mirror, making allusions to The X Factor and The Voice) and bought the one she liked within two hours.
It was a pretty busy day, starting with me taking the bus alone like a big girl (earlier than I was supposed, to, though, which meant I had to get off, wait for my sister to come meet me, then take the same bus 14 minutes later), then meeting my eldest sister and Tanja's two friends at the dress shop.
My sister Tanja, ever so efficient, tried on numerous dresses, found one that she loved (It was so beautiful to see her so happy), retried the other dresses that we liked (we were sitting in four chairs, in a row, in front of a podium with a mirror, making allusions to The X Factor and The Voice) and bought the one she liked within two hours.
I was then introduced to The Jean-Talon market, where I was tempted to empty my savings account and try one of everything (Honestly, it's like a gigantic, slightly more hipster version of Sud's marketplace), but I resisted and only bought ice cream (You can get like, four flavors in one bowl, which means that the possibilities are endless... so, Heaven, pretty much.), duck poutine and a sea food salad that I haven't tried and unfortunately left at my sister's, who doesn't like sea food. Which is a shame for her.
We then made our way to Tanja's, who, over the years, has learned to make awesome meals, served cheese aubergine, two types of chicken legs (I'll have to get her to get her to tell me the names, but one was spicy and sweet and amazing, and the other was crispy and delicious and I think there may have been some basil on it.), and couscous salad.
Unfortunately, my eldest sister's dog, Whiskey was sick and she had to go take care of him, which meant we were down to four girls, which still outnumbered my sister's poor fiance, until two of his friends showed up and evened it out a bit. After talking for a bit (My sister's friends are really sweethearts and I loved getting advice from people that had already been and done "that", whatever "that" is - moving to a new city, going to university, ect), I made my way home and didn't wake up until late today.
However, I have to go, because independent living is where TP and Kleenex's don't magically appear in the cupboards, and housework is done by yourself. But also, you get to sit in your bed in pj's and eat cereal while watching reruns and no one judges you. So it evens out.
However, I have to go, because independent living is where TP and Kleenex's don't magically appear in the cupboards, and housework is done by yourself. But also, you get to sit in your bed in pj's and eat cereal while watching reruns and no one judges you. So it evens out.
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