03 APRIL 2008. THURSDAY. 11:18PM.

It was my second consecutive weekend at John Street and I made the bold choice of ordering something else on the menu. With a side of hollandaise for my poached eggs on toast thanks. Sorry, old habits are hard to die. The homemade hash browns are my tastebuds new best friend. My ex-housemate arrived in the city to fulfil her duties as bridesmaid and after all that wedding hoopla, we managed to spend the weekend catching the last days of outdoor summer movies at Camelot and of course there was no excuse for not introducing her to brekkie heaven. While waiting for my well-balanced breakfast to arrive, I was kept entertained laughing at my ridiculous poses from friday's wedding.