I don't know you.

Ugh, here we are the following morning. I'm too tired to shoo Dave away from snapping a pic of me wiping the tables with my elbows. Our favorite place in Whistler for brunch is a hole in the wall called Gaitor's, not known as Gator's Restaurant, just Gaitor's. Small towns run that way.

Got to think about what I'm going to do for this November Month of Sofites. Ta ta!