Soulpepper shows are my new favourite thing. (after food)
Over the weekend, my mom and aunt and I went to see Sarah's final show for this season at Soulpepper, Death of a Salesman.
and it was oh so good.
This might have been my favourite.
I was halfway to whistling with my fingers, but I was sick and would have coughed up a lung. And the man in front of me was already hair challenged - he didn't need a lung in it, too.
Now for some more pleasant mental images:
We ate a lot (is that better?)
and went to an antique market
and met friends (Emily!) for dinner
and watched 'How to Make It in America' with our caramel popcorn
and then we ran and ran to get to the train station on time. (as usual)
I want to go back already!