You all know how close Daniel and I were to missing our flight up to Toronto after this wet night. I sat in the taxi, pretty relaxed as I tend to lose stuff, miss trains, break things and whatnot on a fairly regular basis. I am used to shit happening so I’ve stopped caring. But I was worried for my very organised and tidy boyfriend who is not as used to this (despite having dated me for three years).
Constantly looking over at Daniel I expected him to lose it any second. It didn’t help that our taxi driver kept on repeating ”God, you’ll never make it, you’ll definitely miss your flight, you guys are screwed” over and over like some sort of religious mantra. But Daniel stayed cool and $140 later we had made it to Toronto, Canada. One night it was stormy wet outside and in contrast to NYC’s 36 degrees it felt like a relief with the heavy rains. Being from northern Europe I don’t think I am an all around summer chick even if I’d like to think so. On this Sunday we took the streetcars down to west Toronto and my favourite restaurant, the brilliant restaurant Grand Electric that we went to when we were here for Christmas remember?Jess, Nick and Ken, all friends of Daniel since many years back, were there and we ordered all tacos on the menu. By far the best ones I’ve ever had. If you go, I especially recommend the fish, the pork belly and the Grand Fashioned cocktail.Jess. Ken of the bespoke brand Krane
So to the sound of dirty hiphop and the pouring rain we caught up on each others’ lives, talked about their business and discussed social media strategy. Hanging out with people who have their shit together (aka all of my bf’s friends) is so fucking inspiring and STRESSFUL. I don’t know how long I will be able to ride this wave of ~being younger than all of them~ but I hope at least for another year or so, when I’ve become as successful and famous as I’m destined to……. AMIRIGHT?!! Haha, or at least hopefully that’s when Daniel will be, so I could freeload/become his sugar baby. Jess offered to become my personal coach though, which I think would suit my delusional desire to live a Kardashian lifestyle pretty well.
The rest of the night was spent at some dark bar where people with salaries bought me drinks because I couldn’t.
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