car exhaust and sangria

The ladies and I recently went on a spur of the moment road trip to Buffalo. I really miss the days when we were able to cross the border using just our driver's license. Let me explain...

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I had found out about the trip one week prior to leaving (it was a Saturday) and didn't remember that my passport was expired until Monday morning. So you can imagine the panic I was in when the reality of me possibly not being able to go settled in. Luckily, I didn't have classes that day so I was able to spend my entire morning frantically running about, printing my passport application, figuring out where I should hand it in, calculating whether or not I need to express mail my passport (which would be an extra $30), and. taking. my. photo.

 
Panic attack Nº 1: What do you mean I can't wear white?

White tops are a staple in my closet so, in my state of panic, it was only natural for me to automatically grab a white cotton shirt before heading out the door. You can imagine my surprise and distress when the photographer told me that I can't wear white in the photo. Thankfully, I was wearing a V-neck tank top underneath with a lace trim around the neckline (this is important to know). I readjust myself and then...

 
Panic attack Nº 2: No headbands either?

For those of you out there who have worn a headband for a prolonged period of time, you would know that it leaves a bit of a dent in your hair which makes it very difficult to go back to your usual hair parting because you end up with a funny looking wave in your bangs. I had no choice but to take my hairband off and try to smooth it out as much as I can. It was hopeless.

I ended up with the funniest looking picture I've ever taken where I look like I'm wearing just a bra (thanks to my V-neck lacey tank top), with crazy hair and looking as miserable as a bull dog. This is definitely a picture I hope to pass on to my children and grandchildren one day.

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Although Buffalo is only 2 hours away from Toronto, it was a great weekend getaway. There's something about driving on a long stretch of road with people you love munching on snacks and talking about anything that comes to mind. We left all our work and school worries at home, ate melted trail mix, shopped until the outlets and malls closed, dined at the Olive Garden, drank some tasty sangria and went grocery shopping. Other than the grocery shopping and sangria drinking, I felt like I was in high school all over again. I think we all need more weekends like these. Simple. Therapeutic. And so good for the soul.

Now, if only I didn't have to come home to a pile of unfinished assignments, I would be an even happier girl.