So I just got back from Saira and Michael's… We were playing dodge the freon. They just got a new fridge and since I'd stopped by to drop off her special shirt and pick up a copy of this weekend's Iron Chef Bobby Flay rematch, I was roped into helping dispose of the beast. Luckily Michael, a chef at one of Toronto's best restaurants (according to a Now Magazine poll, if that's meaningful) cooked an amazing supper so I had energy.
Anyway, this was an ancient fridge… There were twenty five pounds of ice frozen to the edges and the screws that held the door on had long since seized. I got a hammer and smashed up the hinges and the door quickly fell off… Then we took turns hurling the hammer at the ice and breaking off huge blocks of ice (which were then hurled across the parking lot, much to our amusement and the dog's bemusement). We dragged the now lightened fridge to the door and Michael and I dropped it by the dumpster… I assume someone will take it.
Oh, and I swung by Business Depot and picked up envelopes — the shirts are going out tomorrow and I might even stuff some other goodies into the packages for you.
Almost forgot: I met a guy from Brazil today. I think actually he was Portugese (he barely spoke English). He said nothing but good things — it seems that everyone who's been to South America gives it a glowing report, whereas everyone whos had “a friend” go, tells us nothing but horror stories.
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