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19 March 2007 10:33![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wyntir_knightIt was a nice weekend. My mom celebrated her birthday on St. Patrick's day and so we went off to her favourite restaurant. L'Oree du Bois (the edge of the woods) is a place that specializes in wild game. For the Ottawans in the house it's en route to the Mackenzie King Estate in Chelsea. Good food, good wine, and the next day a hangover. The waiter kept refilling my mom's and my glass and apparently we polished off a bottle of rosee each ... Thankfully I don't suffer from pain when I get hangovers. I just get cotton headed and am slow on the uptake.
It did end up meaning that I didn't get out to see a friend like I promised, but I couldn't take the chance of driving in the condition I was in. Unfortunately I got no writing done, and instead spent my time sleeping and playing Dark Cloud. It's a sad, sad way to spend a weekend.
It did end up meaning that I didn't get out to see a friend like I promised, but I couldn't take the chance of driving in the condition I was in. Unfortunately I got no writing done, and instead spent my time sleeping and playing Dark Cloud. It's a sad, sad way to spend a weekend.
