No one makes coffee like Cafe Olimpico and today I tried their downtown location for the first time which turned out to be just as good as their old Montréal locale.
Their allonge machiatto is the perfect blend of strong without being bitter. Good thing I got there by 7 am because the lineup showed up in no time.
Yesterday my sister called me and said how proud and pleasantly surprised she was that I was going to her son's wedding. She had expected me to bow out and was thrilled that I was attending. There won't be any right wing extremists there which will help keep my blood pressure under control. I have zero patience for them and at 62 no longer have a filter for my tongue.
The dress, the shoes, and the accessories are all chosen. I will just being a pair of flats in a bag just in case although my black pumps are low and square heel affairs. Still, you never know.
If no one offers me a lift from the reception I will Uber home which turns out to be only a 15 minute ride to my home.
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