Not Ready for the Jelly

Cowgirls of the world, unite! But I won’t join you. Because I’m not one. I’m just stuck in this horse-forsaken town. Or not stuck. Just visiting. Yay! Another day! We got up at a reasonable hour to take in some doughnuts with Sis’s friend Carlo. I like to say his name by, like, snapping my fingers and drawling it with a Spanish accent. I’ll do it for you sometime if you ask me nicely. We headed to this new joint, Jelly.







I don’t think I was ready…for this jelly. It was too bootylicious for me. I had this little breakfast box thing with a gross red delicious apple and some yogurt. The doughnut was decadent though – coconut custard. Yummo.

Sis had organized some sister time after brekkie, and so we headed out to some Winatoba-mall-like place for manicures. We couldn’t figure out how to get inside as the sign appeared above a Co-op store? Very bizarre. We just headed through the Winatoba hallway and, voila! Mani-pedi central.





This was the nicest they looked at any point. The polish, though shiny and glorious to start, refused to dry for a full 24 hours and thus I woke up the next morning with cute blanket-imprint lines. Yay.

Anyway, after the spa time, we headed to a sophisticated B lunch. We ordered requisite martinis and everything.









Our next activity came on like a Chinook. We jay-walked across the road from Sis’s house, to Chinook Centre, and tried some shopping. And then I saw more Calgary monstrosities. This city has much to learn about style.





Oi! My eyes are burning! Yeesh. See? Some girl with her pants down. Does looking at this display make you want to buy any of the items? Heavens to Murgatroyd!!

We headed out for a late dinner to Olive Garden, because it’s a classy establishment. And Sis wanted breadsticks. Turns out the Olive Garden in Calgary has some of the heavenliest goods as far as Olive Gardens go. I like that.



The next morning we decided to give 17th Ave another try. We sat on the patio at a pasta place and tried to enjoy some sun.



We then found another cat head shop. This time we went inside. It was pretty cat-heady.









A shoe store was selling United Nude shoes and I asked to try on a pair. I asked for a size and he brought out a pair. I tried to put it on my feet and it was clearly wayyy too small. I was like, ‘zugh? Why doesn’t it fit?’ And he was like, ‘ohh…I don’t actually have your size, but maybe a smaller one would fit..’ Idiot. I know how big my feet, are thx.

We parked near some hippies doing laundry.



Oh yes! Today was Easter too. Sorry, Lord. I didn’t really forget that you left the tomb. So let’s feast. Sis and I stocked up on goods at Superstore and cooked ourselves a delightful dinner to celebrate the occasion.





The night concluded with some wine swilling and the made-for-TV-movie about Will and Kate. He had soo much hair.




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Easter Monday we headed out to Kensington, where some lady told us (unprovoked) how to cross a street. Thanks.





Dinner was at a Chinese buffet since we thought we found one that wasn’t, you know, dumpy with loads of msg.





On the plane that night, I looked out the window and to my surprise, I thought another Westjet plane was flying right alongside us. YES. A BLONDE MOMENT.



Ha…ha?