Fast forward a week and a half.... Thursday morning... early. Enter the flu... the stomach flu... shit that sucked. But hey, it would only last 24 hours right.... right.... right.....
I got all mind-over-matter on myself and I was good right... right...
So Saturday morning came and off we went to Montreal.
We went for lunch... I tried to eat. We window shopped. We headed to our hotel in old montreal. The Nelligan to be specific. The last time we stayed there was when I had just started our IVF protocol... more than two years ago.
Coles notes version. I almost simultaneously cried and puked during dinner out at Holder in old montreal. The nightclub across the street from the hotel kept us up until 4 am. Andrew got the flu on the way home.
Fun times had by all.
clearly the universe was not prepared for my spending one night away from our girls... I get it... lesson learned.
and in my attempt to keep this mildly positive... here are the pictures... I don't even recall taking...
One surprise... there is now a White in old montreal. I have been to and love the White in Toronto. If you are getting married and live in this part of the world... go there.