Remember back at the beginning of September when I was ranting about where the hell I was going to go for my 10th anniversary, with The Man (here)?
Well, we decided to go to beautiful Stratford Ontario and see The Pirates of Penzance.
People, if you're like me, you hardly ever get to go on vacations, and when you do, you're usually surrounded by little idiots who are demanding snacks, and you're screeching that you're NOT THE MAID, AND THIS IS MY VACATION TOO. Yes, I said "little idiots." That is indeed harsh. You should indeed judge me. But I don't care. I have a whisper of PMS this week, and I'm no longer particularly fond of The Man by this point either. It's nothing personal. It's purely a hormone thing.
Oh, stop panicking. Somewhere deep in a secret chamber of my crust-covered heart, I have retained love for my entire family. Today though, I really just want a huge, two hour long nap.
But I digress! I took some photies, so you could feel like we were all there together, holding hands and feeling like walking around simply enjoying things, and browsing through charming shops isn't a totally weird, and alien experience now.
Come on everyone, get your running shoes with the hole in them, and your sensible grey hoodie, and come stroll through Stratford with me...
What the hell is this BORING photo, you ask? Oh, don't be so jaded, my cynical love. This is to show you have freaking peaceful the drive in to Stratford is. Miles and miles of farms and rolling meadows and sunshine and fresh freaking air.
Here I am in the parking lot behind our quaint Inn, smiling like a goof and feeling ECSTATIC THAT I AM HERE AND THE KIDS ARE AT HOME, AND I LOVE THEM, BUT I GET SO SICK OF THE BOY CALLING ME "STU" AND "MEANIIE" AND...well yeah.
In the background is the charming "Avon River", which you can't really see, but there are tents and things being set up for the food festival that weekend.
LOOKIT! LOOKIT! There's a baby birdie in the parking lot, which apparently has JUST learned to fly. Its mother was cheeping like crazy from the roof of an adjacent car, and the baby was peeping back like mad at the mother. The Man gave him/her/it a gentle nudge and finally birdie flew off and did NOT get squashed by any vehicles.
I had to suppress tears because I was all verklempt cause it was all magical and shit.
|this is where we stayed!|
LOOKIT! THERE ARE FREAKING CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES WAITING IN OUR CHARMING ROOM FOR US!
I, who am something of a militant food nazi, and hardly ever eat super yummy things now, but didn't get the chance to stop and have lunch along the way, practically shoved The Man out of my path to get to that sugar. Excellent cookies too.
charming, serene, hotel room. What was cool was that they had a selection of books by Canadian authors for our reading pleasure, and a selection of cd's by (unknown--totally unknown) Canadian artists for our listening pleasure. AND, each room of the Inn features art by a Canadian artist. WAY COOL.
our view from our room. We are RIGHT IN THE HEART OF THE ACTION in busy, lively downtown Stratford! Hooray! I'm NEVER in the heart of the action!!!
we had lunch at Bentley's. A lunch so wonderful it was actually terrible. We had a gourmet grilled cheese sandwich and poutine. It was so delicious it put me in a food coma for a little while. Who eats that much cheese at one sitting?!? A WINNER, that's who. WINNING.
The Man is blocking the view of the super awesome City Hall building. That's one of the best things about Stratford--almost all of the buildings are really cool.
river in the background. Scenic gardeny stuff.
I just walked around smiling like a tool for most of the trip. Could not stop smiling. Do you think I needed a vacation?!?
Why didn't I get drunk there?!?
On Saturday there were sheep! Hooray!
This little darling was only FOUR DAYS OLD when I held her. Is that not completely magical and heartwarming or what?!?!?!?
|The Man proudly supports Liverpool F.C.|
We had a very nice brekky at "Let Them Eat Cake."
Farmers' market on Saturday, with slightly crappier weather.
Do you know what I love? Autumn. I love it. I love it so hard. I want to marry Autumn. Yes, that's right. I will divorce The Man and marry FALL.
Gardeny, Foliage-y stuff.
The Avon river with duck and swan buddies.
She's so cute with her widdle beak all tucked under he widdle wing.
"Hello, we're VERY RICH. We are so rich in fact, that we have a shrub that is actual LAWN ART. karen does not have shrubbery art. karen has "creeping charlie." karen has so much f*cking creeping charlie that she can often be found in her back yard, bent at the waste, yanking that weed out and muttering 'f*cking creeping f*cking charlie!' under her breath."
more awesome building shots...
So dig this: we arrived in Stratford. We poked around in all the fancy shmancy shops. We bought WONDERFUL FANCY CHEESES, and we hit the Stratford liquor store. We had a wonderful/horrible lunch at Bentleys. We saw the rollicking, fun play.
Oh! And I wore my new dress and super sexay fun slutty new shoes from Nine West. You know, those were the highest heels I've ever worn, and they only became torture at the three hour mark! Hooray for me! Exquisite, sexy torture.
I, however, am an idiot, and we did not take ANY pictures of my dress when I wore it out. So, I had to recreate the look, as best I could with a) the Man's sub-par photography skills, b) my SUB PAR CAMERA, and c) terrible, frumpadump post-workout hair.
But, I figured you guys would ask what I wore, so here it is, for better or for worse.
Gratuitous shot of the hoots, or closeup of the lace overlay in my dress for detail? You decide. Decent hoots though--I'll give me that.
check those heels!! EXQUISITE TORTURE! SEXY SUFFERING! NOM, NOM, NOM, I WANT TO LICK THOSE FREAKING SHOES
I kept the jewellery simple: two gold bracelets that were my mom's and my little gold star earrings which were a grade 8 graduation present from my Mom.
And now, back to my regularly scheduled life of dishes, and skidmark removal.