In the sunroom, sipping on the first Aperol spritzes of spring.
Beast: How much money would it take for you to agree to murder someone?
Beast: The thing is, you don’t have to murder them yourself, you just have to pick somebody. And you’ll never be caught.
Foodie: I don’t know. Like, a $150 million?
Beast: I’d charge $1,800.
There are so many new and innovative restaurants in the city that I’m excited to try. So on Thursday, the Beast met me after work and we headed to the Keg on King St.
When he found me outside work, I’d just been ‘nized by a lovely young woman on her way to a Civic Action meeting hosted by Metro Morning’s Matt Galloway. “You should go!” she said to me. “It sounds amazing,”I said. “But I have to go to the Keg.”
Project Home Decor 2016, or #PHD16 has pretty much wrapped up. But it almost ended in murder.
How do you people do it? Live through renovations, some that last for months, even a year, while working your jobs and keeping your children alive?
The first Monday morning of the Beast’s early retirement, he said, still in bed, “I think I’ll make a frittata for dinner tonight.”
I rubbed my eyes, wondering if it was all a dream. Normally I am the one waking up with thoughts of the meal that is still 10 hours away on the the brain. What would all this potential freed-up head space mean? What would I fill it with?
I didn’t want to get ahead of myself, or frighten the Beast with too much enthusiasm, or jinx it, so I simply nodded and said: “That sounds nice.”
I remember reading a history book many years ago about the significance of the Battle of Marathon in 490 B.C. If the Persians (and boy did they outnumber the Athenians), lead by Darius, had won that day, the world as we know it today would look quite different.