We'll meet them on the beaches

We took a bit of a break on Sunday after buying pants for work on Monday.

(I didn't bring any dress pants with me since they all needed to be replaced anyway. We didn't expect to be doing the other shopping that we did, so pants got left until the last minute. Not a great idea, especially when they need to be hemmed. The good news - there's a place that will do hemming in the main floor of our building. The bad news - they're closed on Sunday. Two pairs of pants ended up being dropped off this morning and picked up tonight. The pair I wore today were temporarily shored up - with Bitter's help - but don't tell anyone.)

So, for our Sunday break we took the streetcar ("Ride the Rocket") out to The Beaches. It was a beautiful day, gorgeous sun. We walked along the boardwalk and I think there were actually too many dogs for Bitter to spot them all. It reminded us of the strip in White Rock. People and families and dogs out enjoying a walk in the sun.

We came back into the city and went up to trendy Yorkville with our swap partner and a friend for dinner. No celebrities, but lots of expensive cars. The mildly embarrassing moment of the evening was when Bitter took the opportunity to tell the owner of a brand new Ferrari that I and our new friend were in love with his car. Don't mess with her. Really. Don't.