I landed in Toronto yesterday to celebrate the wedding of two of my close friends Elyse and Andrew. The wedding is in a couple of hours and I feel ROTTEN. Is it the result of too much partying? I wish. Last night I had dinner with one of my favourite married couples Miranda and Chris and another friend Sabrina. We went to Ki, a modern Japanese restaurant on Bay Street. The food was phenomenal. And Miranda and Chris generously paid for everyone's dinner, which was absolutely lovely of them. Chris left to join the boys on a pre-wedding night out. Us girls (pictured) went onto party in town, and that's when the trouble began. I just felt like my food wasn't digesting. By the time I got home I felt truly awful and basically spent the entire night being sick. Not cool. Seeing as we all had sharing plates, and no one else is ill, I have to admit it's probably just a stomach flu I've picked up. But whatever it is, I'm fighting to celebrate today (fighting to stay on my feet even) and am determined to have a roaringly good time to celebrate Elyse and Andrew's love. Wish me luck.
For Elyse and Andrew I've selected a quote from Christopher Isherwood, who's birthday is today, from his book, A Single Man:
“Think of two people, living together day after day, year after year, in this small space, standing elbow to elbow cooking at the same small stove, squeezing past each other on the narrow stairs... constantly jogging, jostling, bumping against each other’s bodies by mistake or on purpose, sensually, aggressively, awkwardly, impatiently, in rage or in love – think what deep though invisible tracks they must leave, everywhere, behind them!”
I love that quote because it's so real. It's not a soppy profession, but I think it's deeply romantic, about that true day to day love and acceptance of each other and the memories made.