It feels like I've fallen off the blogging bandwagon as of late. In fact, I feel like I've fallen off a few bandwagons. The blogging bandwagon, the running band wagon, the sewing bandwagon. I blame summer. And other distractions. Read: summer and boys. Yep, I've been going on a few dates lately.
It's surprising how much time dating takes up. Not only do you have to spend time analyzing and deciding what to wear, you then have to spend time actually getting dressed, doing your hair and putting on an appropriate amount of make-up. Post date, you lose even more time answering all your friends' questions about the guy and the date. It's exhausting. Needless to say, adding dating to my already busy schedule hasn't left a lot of time for much else.
But this post isn't so much about dating, as it is about another love affair I've been having. An affair with poutine. If poutine is on the menu, I can't say no. I must order it. If there's a pub in town and you want to know how the poutine is, chances are I've tried it and have an opinion to share.
Some say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Well, this guy I've been dating, he might be slightly confused and think that this theory works on women too. And maybe it does. I must have mentioned that I liked poutine at one point early on.
Date #2: Final stop of the evening was at Chill Winston. We shared poutine.
Date #3: Stopped at Hell's Kitchen for poutine before heading to a party. Eeks! Meeting his friends already. Turns out they were really nice. Who would have thought? (Side note: Hell's Kitchen is by far my favourite poutine. It has bacon and deep fried capers on it.Yum!)
Date #5: Went to the Regal Beagle for some post-bowling food. I ordered the poutine.
Date #?? (who knows...at some point you've got to stop counting or else it's weird): At Live At Squamish music festival they had a food stand that offered a "Bucket O Poutine". A bucket full of poutine! It was a small bucket, but a bucket with a handle none the less. Of course we got it. It was ridiculous. People stared. It was delicious and disgusting all at once.
I know I've had poutine at least once, maybe even twice, without him. So here I am, thinking about all the bandwagons I've fallen off in the past few weeks. I think it's time to jump back on some of them. Most importantly the running bandwagon, the fruits and vegetable bandwagon, and of course the blogging bandwagon. I promise I'll be back again soon...without the gravy and cheese curds.