If they want to drink Merlot, we're drinking Merlot.

I feel like I am a little late to the party as Jennifer and Adrianne have both already blogged about this weekend. Ah well, I suppose the fact that I have managed to sleep for approximately for 20 of the last 24 hours is a reasonable excuse (thanks in advance to everyone at the xbi who came to work sick passing it on to me).

Jennifer arrived on Friday and we immediately fell into our typical comfortable rolling conversation that includes:

- reminding each other of crazy things from our childhood
- lovingly mocking our mutual "Scotts"
- sympathizing about our outlaws
- discussing how fat my cat Bossa has gotten and how Jennifer's 2 cats and 2 dogs are getting along

She tells no lies when she says that we had some kickass Japanese food in the stripmall by my house, though the definite highlight of my weekend was going to the spa on Saturday for manicures and pedicures. She picked "You Ottaware Purple" for her toes, I picked "SoHo Nice to Meet You" for mine. Being the sensible ladies we are, we both opted for clear polish on our fingers (it infuriates me when I get colour polish on my fingers and then it chips within a day).

On Saturday night, Scott took us to see the movie Sideways. Loved it. Everything about it. Especially the part where he says that he is not going to drink any "fucking Merlot". Brings to mind the Martini party we went to at Joe and Kevin's house where Scott's coworkers were all drunkenly discussing how "pedestrian" Merlot is. Ummm....okay. Not sure when all you superstar office workers became wine sommeliers, but whatev. I have been trying to branch out and try new things as of late, but I tend to fall back on my favourites, Cavespring's Gamay and Riesling. That's some good stuff (according to my semi-educated taste buds), and you like what you like, I'm not here to judge.

Jennifer and Scott proceeded to have a Scrabble-athon until 4am (picture to come). I kept score for the first game and called it a night just before 2am...it is nice to know that my bestfriend and my husband get along that well, both of them being word nerdlings. Our scrabble board was stored in a musty closet, so it saw its last game (Scott threw it out the next day). I am sure it will be replaced by Jennifer's next visit. I think they still have a game to play in their best-of-three series as they are currently tied at a game a piece.

On Sunday morning, Jennifer and I headed downtown to meet the lovely Adrianne for brunch. I hereby confirm that she is just as funny in real life as she is on her blog. We three fabulous ladies then proceeded to get our shop on, (amazingly enough there were a lot of stores open on Queen West on Easter Sunday). Jennifer introduced me to American Apparel, and I am now in love. I bought the most perfect black t-shirt ever (one that hugs my curves and doesn't fit like a bag). I also went to Peach Berserk and was fitted by the famous Kingi for a custom made shirt - more on this later as it deserves its own blog entry.

After a busy morning, I rushed home to put on an Easter dinner spread for Scott's folks and his brother Chris. A hit, I think. Woke up Monday morning a little hung over and a lot sick and I am still recovering.