While going through my over 200 receipts, I was reading each one to ensure It was placed in it’s rightful tax category, and many of the receipts brought up some amazing memories. It was like looking through a photo album of the past 8 months. Yes, some were simple memories like treasured dinners at Taco Bell, or a quick trip to Shoppers Drug Mart (I’m telling you after 6 sea days these receipts almost brought a tear to my eye) but some made me burst out laughing or had Adam & I recounting an event that was memorable.
- $24.93 at Walmart on tweezers, a Lady GaGa CD and a Crayola chalk making set.
This was the day my adorable niece experienced petting a cactus at my Mom’s house. Unfortunately my Mom didn’t have tweezers, so I drove Émilie to Wal-mart to buy some. She was so uncomfortable but was so great the entire drive there. When I got in the car, GaGa’s Bad Romance was playing on the radio, so to make her laugh I was dancing around in the car like crazy and getting her to repeat the chorus with me. After we spent a good 15 minutes getting all the needles out of her palm, I told her she could pick out one craft for being so brave. She looked up at me and asked “May we get the Gaga song?” What was I to do? Off to the entertainment department we went and we were singing it on a continuous loop, and have been ever since. (She also lucked out with the craft at Uncle Mike’s insistence.)
- $35.70 at Monoghan’s Sports Bar and Pub in Oakville, ON
This was after seeing Anything Goes at Sheridan College, the old alma mater bringing about a mini reunion of sorts between myself, Michael Hughes, Tricia Lackey (another tag Dishz), Sarah Slywchuk, Jeigh Madjus, Tom Delbello, Sarah Sheps, Ari Weinburg and Steve Thomas. (Yes, I’m name dropping.) Monoghan’s was our local local poutine hole (or watering hole) during college and it was so great to have so many of our classmates there again enjoying overpriced pub food. Funny how now that we are actually making money the prices bother us, but as a student buried in debt extra cheese and another beer wasn’t even a question.
- $12.00 at Toronto Pearson Airport
This was a wonderful pick-up receipt as opposed to a dropping off one where Adam & I picked up his parents for a lovely visit in March. They got to see our apartment in the ghetto of London, and I can still boast about being victorious in our first (and last) nomination whist tournament in that apartment.
- $32.50 at Conception Sushi London, ON
This was when I decided to introduce my Mom to sushi outside of the walls of Loblaws. It was amazing, and she was converted. I have a feeling she hasn’t been back since, but I loved sitting in the basement watching Iron Chef and helping her with her word jumble game on the computer munching on shrimp tempura rolls. Even my Dad managed to choke down a few.
I have a receipt from the London Ale House from the day my brothers and good friend Andrew helped me move the apartment into a storage space the size of a thimble in the pouring rain. We were doubled over with laughter on several occasions, and managed to fit everything in with a cubic millimeter to spare. I have one from a Kelsey’s in St. Catherine’s where my brother Mike & I stopped en route to the Elton John/Billy Joel mash-up concert in Buffalo. It was a dream come true to see that, and to see it with him was the best. Lord knows we’ve butchered enough of their songs in the basement over the years. Many Tim Horton’s memories with 2 medium coffees, usually one for me and one for my Dad, too many Shoppers Drug Mart ones with needless toiletries (thanks Mom) and never enough New York Fries receipts with a regular poutine and iced tea on them.
Who knew that preparing for the dreadful event of taxes could bring about such a great feeling of happy memories, and regretted purchases.
Seriously, who’s in the market for a Bissel apartment vacuum that can barely suck up a feather? I’ve got one going cheap, and I have the receipt if you need to return it.
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