Sorry, I laughed out loud when I wrote that! Let me explain…

I am in Detroit for orientation [details coming soon] and as I mentioned the other day, we are across the river from Windsor, Ontario. There were a few of us who joked about going to Canada for dinner, so tonight, when we were done with our session, one of the women, KS and I decided we were going to go to Canada and go to dinner. We were hungry, so off to the rooms to drop our stuff, freshen up and head out.

I called my dad and he asked what I was doing for dinner, I told him and he laughed, along with me. When I talked to TT, I told her and it was her old stomping ground, too fun! You know…the drinking age is 19 in Canada.

We got the car, found the tunnel, paid the toll to get into Canada, showed our passports at the border, apparently my answering the guard in french, when she said hello and asked a question in french was wrong, ok. We found the restaurant, supposedly in Little Italy, didn’t look like any Little Italy I know, a few italian restaurants and that was about it. We went in and joined the other six diners.

The food was decent, the service was terrific and the company very enjoyable. We laughed, got to know each other, we’ve only known each other for two days, but have become fast friends. After dinner, we drove back into the US, to the hotel, laughing all the way and up to our rooms, we’re next door to each other, agreed on a time to meet in the morning to go downstairs and said goodnight.

I’m still chuckling, working in the US, dinner in another country, home to sleep in the US. Tee hee hee.

Good night!