2/100 happy weeks – Almost like home

You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.

We took for granted the time we had with Amanda’s car, after returning it to her it was apparent our need was more of a sick dependency.  As we sat there looking at each other in wonderment that our free-wheeling days around Winnipeg were now over, we had to take action.  First thing Monday morning Eraj took the bus to work and I hopped in a cab to buy a car…

In comparison to our first week,the dealership I went to is the first time I felt I wasn’t getting greased (either that or they were really good at it) called Car Vista.  The sales people in the previous week were living up to the “used car salesman” name, and I was having nothing to do with it.  The vehicle we saw online was near new and near perfect in person with original warranty still on it.  Sold.  With a good car (actually Jeep/truck/SUV – not sure what you call it), low clicks and of course a compliment or two on my excellent driving abilities (manual transmission I must add), I was ready to go.  Perhaps one of the most seamless transitions so far.

Current tally: 4/5

To my surprise, my new life as a TH had a calendar that was filling up quite quickly.  In between blogging and building my network during the week we had company coming over on Friday, a gala to go to on Saturday and dinner plans on Sunday.  As you can imagine, I had a lot of shopping to do!  A new dress, shoes, nails, hair….. oh ya, and a menu and groceries for Friday night.   By Thursday when Eraj asked me if I have gone to the MPI yet (oh yes they called me, and I have to bring back in my passport and marriage certificate as the signatures don’t match…. no kidding) I told him I would try.

Friday night was a blast, with 3 bottles of wine polished off, fudge brownies and an overnight guest, it felt like home.

With E’s new schedule Saturday mornings are a little different now – he has them off.  Our schedule before allowed us to have Saturday nights and Sunday’s together – what a perfect schedule, both getting our “me” time.  Now, as a TH I am actually appreciating having some company around the house and someone to explore this new city with.  Mind you, this is only the first weekend and my current job is only temporary.  Let’s talk in a couple months.

Like most things we do it revolves around food and spirits, particularly wine. For those of you who are familiar with Pusateri’s  in Toronto Winnipeg has DeLuca’s.  With a restaurant upstairs serving homemade deliciousness (3 different types of pasta on one plate and licensed… i’m not lying) and groceries downstairs it makes for a good afternoon and great way to check off the grocery list. There are  still so many great neighbourhoods for us to explore, yet leaving there only made us want to go back.   We will be back DeLuca’s, we will be back!

In the evening, we attended the Bow Wow Ball supporting the Winnipeg Humane Society which was themed “Moulin Woof”.  With a live band, can can dancers, silent and live auctions and dancing it was a great night.  With one exception however, being a TH means that your bidding abilities for high price items at live auctions is drastically reduced.   All I hear is “Next year you can bid on it, then we can go see the Polar Bears“.  Sigh.

Finally, our week wraps up with dinner at 295 York, where Culinary Team Canada is practicing their trials on us for the upcoming World Cup in Luxembourg.  If they made a mistake, we surely didn’t notice.  Great dinner, wine and new friends.

In our efforts to slow down life a notch we are definitely not off to a good start – but wouldn’t give it up either!

Kiki

CaramelBow

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