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I’ve had a lot of visitors lately. One of which is my dear old Canadian, Tim. Love this kid. And the fun part is that I didn’t always. You never know who will turn out to be a really loyal friend, especially when you maybe did NOT like them at all when you first met. Haha.

So… Timmy. He has a new appreciation of Brooklyn after I showed him the beauuuuutiful Brooklyn Heights Promenade at sunset:

And here’s me:

Another awesome thing we did: Skating at Rockefeller Center

I think Tim forgot I used to be a figure skater because A) He was really impressed by some of my skills (hence the photo) and B) he showed up in a suit (per usual) while I was in Lululemon pants and a sweatshirt ready to SKATE. We raced around a few times and tried not to run over anyone, which we did pretty successfully.

Who is going to visit me next?

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Do you know what this is? It’s poutine. Do you know what poutine is? It’s french fries with gravy and cheese curds. It’s Canadian. Apparently Celine Dion loves it.

Anyway, last week my friend Kyle and I kind of had a disaster of a night. And by disaster I mean we tried to go to this new place called The Meatball Shop, which is really not a shop. I imagined ordering at a counter and sitting on some stools facing out the windows. Oh, no. The Meatball Shop is a restaurant. With an hour and a half wait for two people on a Tuesday night. It’s true. So we did not go there.

We got a six pack and headed a block away to T poutine, a place I had seen a thousand times on my Lower East Side adventures.

Anyway. It’s kind of strange. I’m down with the gravy but not sure if I’m down with the curds. My friend Kelly tells me I should give it another shot at Pommes Frites. And don’t worry, Meatball Shop, we’ll be back.

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