So, like, you probably know that my first anniversary of being married to Dave was this past Sunday the 24th of July. And you probably know that we went to Toronto for two days, one night, and stayed at the Fairmont Royal York downtown and maybe even some of the things that we did there.
Well, too bad. I'm blogging about it anyways. With pictures! But don't worry. No sexy pictures.
Aww.
We drove my teeny little car to Appleby Line in Burlington and took the 10:00 (ish) Go Train to Union Station. We arrived at the hotel hoping that we could get away with an early check-in so that we wouldn't have to drag our backpack all over downtown. The front desk agent did say that she had a room available, but when she found out that it was our anniversary, she upgraded us to a Superior Suite, however one was not available yet. Luckily she directed us to the bell desk and we were able to check our bag for the afternoon.
Look how happy Dave is to be on the Go Train!
Since we had a couple of hours to kill before going to the Theatre, we decided to walk up to the Eaton Centre, about a ten minute walk or so from the hotel. We just grabbed lunch at McDonald's quickly and then looked around a few stores. There was nothing really exciting, since the Eaton Centre has all of the exact same stores that you can find at the Pen Centre or anywhere else in Niagara, but it killed enough time before we had to go to the theatre.
We saw the Blue Man Group at the Princess of Wales Theatre on King Street at 2:00. Because it was a messy show (the first four rows in front of the stage had to wear ponchos), we were actually allowed to bring food and drinks into the theatre, and they were selling blue slushies. Dave and I had box seats, which you might think sounds really special, but they were actually cheaper than regular seats & kind of had an awkward view of the stage... I had to lean over sideways to see everything.
I wasn't able to get any pictures of the show because they were really weird about that. But I did manage to steal this picture from Google:
This was the "encore" act. They did a lot of really cool stuff, but the show was actually mostly comedic in nature and not so much about the "cool stuff". A lot of it is hard to describe, but it's basically a series of comedy sketches that involve a lot of neat lighting and technology. They involve the audience for about 75% of the show. (At the end, they threw big giant balloons that were flashing different colours out at the audience to bounce around, and then proceeded to fire toilet paper and silly string at us in very gargantuan amounts... as in, I'm pretty sure if I'd been the maintenance person working at the Princess of Wales, I would have quit then and there.) It was a great show and I definitely recommend it.
After the show, we went straight back to the hotel and our room was ready. I definitely was not expecting a room quite like this. I do know that the Royal York underwent some renovations in the past few years or so, but the last time I stayed there it was bright red and gold carpets and gaudy stuffy rooms. This was what we found:
Living Room with internet and TV (and a huge "minibar" that you can't see)
Swanky bedroom with TV
A soaker tub that, if filled all the way up, could actually drown you without you making an effort.
"mmmmmm..... drooowwwwnnnnn"
This was Dave's favourite part:
"Don't ever call me from that phone"...
Until I showed him this:
Yea, a TV in the bathroom mirror. You know, in case you can't bear to miss your favourite show while in the tub.
I've got more pictures in my album on Facebook, which I know you're dying to see.
Anyways, we went out for dinner after to a place down the street called Oliver & Bonacini. I was a little bit miffed at first. It was a bit muggy out, and because the inside looked nice and I wanted our anniversary dinner to be special, we decided to eat inside. The dining room was almost completely empty, but we still got jammed into a table right beside an older couple. And by jammed in, I mean the man beside me was about 30 inches from me. Like it seemed like we were sitting at the same table. And Dave and I couldn't hear what the other was saying because all we could hear was them talking to each other. And our vase with the candle on it had a huge chunk broken out of it. After a few minutes of being frustrated, I asked our waitress if we could move to the patio. I told her I was cold.
We moved outside to a wobbly table that I had to reach underneath and fix myself. After that, everything was quite nice. The waiter suggested a Watermelon Gazpacho (she said "gaspachio" and I snickered). I tried it, and while it tasted a little more like red pepper than watermelon, I still liked it. Then I had the pizza margherita, which I loved, but I was too full to finish (and then I left it at the hotel).
After dinner, we decided to go back to the hotel lobby bar and have some drinks. It was very fancy and I kind of felt out of place, but the waiter was nice and didn't even call Dave a homo when he ordered a Manhattan. By the time we were done it was almost 10:00 so we went upstairs.
Monday morning we woke up and went back down to the same place (it's called Epic Restaurant) for their breakfast buffet (since I paid extra to have the "bed and breakfast" deal). I felt fancy until I went up to the buffet to get a piece of cold ham and dropped it *SPLAT* onto the floor in front of a whole bunch of people. And then, because I was flustered, I decided the best thing to do was to pick it up and carry it back to my table because I didn't just want to leave it there. I put it on Dave's plate when he was finished eating (almost).
We checked out the underground shopping malls for a while and ended up all the way back at the Eaton Centre... yea. You can go all the way from Union Station to the Eaton Centre underground without ever seeing daylight. We were caught up in the rush of people getting off the go trains and subways and heading to work, but it was still ok. I ended up getting a pair of running shoes because my ankle started throbbing and swelling up. Don't wear flip flops when you are planning to do a lot of walking around Downtown Toronto.
We walked back to the hotel above ground this time, and checked out. Then we were able to leave our bag again while we walked down to the Hockey Hall of Fame. I'd been there in the last 5 years, so I wasn't as interested this time around, but Dave hadn't been there for a while so I decided to indulge him. I didn't take very many pictures of it, but I got this one of Guy Lafleur for my grandpa:
Look, though. Look at it. This guy's expression never changes. And it's not even the same picture. See? The collars of his shirts are different. And check out the third one in the bottom left. SAME EXPRESSION. What a Frenchie.
After the HHOF, we checked out the gift shop which had very little Anahiem stuff and absolutely NO Tampa Bay stuff, so we left and walked down to Queen's Quay and took the ferry to Toronto Island. We checked out Centreville, the little kids amusement park which is pretty much like Lake Ontario Park for you people in Kingston... only updated with rides that aren't rusty and don't squeak. Then we walked over to Far Away Farm (which was actually quite close) to see the barnyard animals. They had horses, cows, sheep, goats, emus and chickens. There was a donkey I think as well, but it was hard to tell because he was far away and he was in a pavilion that said "horses may bite".
I named this goat Baaaaaarb. I know, you're in stitches.
Are you even still reading this? If you are, *applause*
We had lunch at a restaurant called Carousel Cafe, which made my tummy a little upset, and then walked around and checked out some of the stuff on the island. We walked out to the pier, checked out the beach, and the Franklin Children's Garden, as well as the Gibraltar Lighthouse, which apparently is said to be haunted. I put pictures of this stuff on my facebook. Then we grabbed some overpriced ice cream, grabbed the ferry back to downtown, and got our bag and took the 5:15 Go Train (jammed full of people leaving work) back to Appleby and came home, where I had two freshly groomed puppies waiting for me. :)
And that was our first anniversary!
Don't you wish you were me?
Oh, and since the first anniversary gift is "paper", we got each other plane tickets to Cuba. But I think pretty much everyone already knows that.
Dear Mom:
Just because I know you're wondering, this took me approximately an hour and a half to write.