My sister and I celebrated our birthdays together this past weekend, as I was unfortunately sick in October. Celebrations included a dinner out on Saturday night and dinner with grandma on Sunday night with (oooh!) triple-chocolate cake (my fav!).
Dinner out was at a restaurant off the island of Montreal, in a town called Repentigny. Condensing a long story, the restaurant is owned by a guy who used to be a waiter at our family's favourite Italian restaurant in Little Italy. My sister insists that we go all the way to Repentigny for the sake of tradition.
Now, let me ask a question. As this was also my birthday celebration, why should I have to endure an entire evening with my sister's boyfriend who was also invited?? Why do I have to sit across from him as he puts his arm around my young, innocent, impressionable sister who is ONLY...20 years old. Ok, so I'm over-reacting, and she is an adult, and he's not a bad guy. He is an engineer after all. We did find common ground when we started talking about beer, something any self-respecting engineer can relate to! Nevertheless, I'm still having trouble with this whole boyfriend thing. I still see Meaghan as the little 8 year-old who used to follow her big brother around.
On a totally different train of thought, there was just a federal bi-election in Repentigny. The Bloc Quebecois MP won an easy victory. However, this MP is a former male prostitute turned Roman Catholic priest turned politician. All the power to him for rising above selling his body for a living, but really - only in Quebec would this happen!
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Take it easy on the boyfriend, he has enough to be scared about. After all, your father is a Black Belt.
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