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The Weekend Report
Sunday, 28 September 2008 11:12 pmGreat Galloping Weekends.
Friday night, d. and I celebrated our 12th anniversary with dinner at Charbries, one of our favourite local restaurants. Originally I was going to come into Toronto and meet up with d. after his Professorial Speaking Tour, but since he was somewhat under the weather to begin with, and staying here meant he could relax on the train for 1.5h before dinner. So we had a late dinner here (and I worked late, nach). The woman who owns Charbries is delightful; and she and dan have a similar bounciness, and so *I* was feeling a bit exhausted as they verbally bounced off each other through dinner. They have been a restaurant a bit longer than d. and I have lived here, and they're becoming more and more adventurous with their foods, and they are sourcing as much as they can locally. I had rabbit spring rolls and duck breast; d. had Caesar salad and emu cabbage roll. Mmmm.
Anyhow, we each spent a chunk of dinner trying to figure out how d. has managed to put up with me for twelve years and vice-versa. And you know, I'm still not clear on it, but whatever we're doing, it seems to be working, so we're gonna keep at it.
Saturday morning, d. slept in, I did errandy cleanup, and early afternoon,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tocityguy arrived for an overnight visit. We lounged, showed him around, and eventually drove off to Paris (Ontario) for wings and ribs at Camp 31 BBQ. Which was quite tasty, though we didn't get to have the Sunday Special (click through the below photo for a better look).
Sunday saw us off topersephoneplace and bodhranman's housewarming. What a wonderful mix of people. What a lot of food! Oof. The chocolate fountain was a great touch. ...We're convinced persephoneplace must have been a Jewish or Italian Grandma in a previous life. And did I mention the lovely people? The massage table did get some use, and the pagoda out back had an Irish band playing for a while. It is really a good life.
And now, I think, to bed; tomorrow is calling.
Friday night, d. and I celebrated our 12th anniversary with dinner at Charbries, one of our favourite local restaurants. Originally I was going to come into Toronto and meet up with d. after his Professorial Speaking Tour, but since he was somewhat under the weather to begin with, and staying here meant he could relax on the train for 1.5h before dinner. So we had a late dinner here (and I worked late, nach). The woman who owns Charbries is delightful; and she and dan have a similar bounciness, and so *I* was feeling a bit exhausted as they verbally bounced off each other through dinner. They have been a restaurant a bit longer than d. and I have lived here, and they're becoming more and more adventurous with their foods, and they are sourcing as much as they can locally. I had rabbit spring rolls and duck breast; d. had Caesar salad and emu cabbage roll. Mmmm.
Anyhow, we each spent a chunk of dinner trying to figure out how d. has managed to put up with me for twelve years and vice-versa. And you know, I'm still not clear on it, but whatever we're doing, it seems to be working, so we're gonna keep at it.
Saturday morning, d. slept in, I did errandy cleanup, and early afternoon,
tocityguy arrived for an overnight visit. We lounged, showed him around, and eventually drove off to Paris (Ontario) for wings and ribs at Camp 31 BBQ. Which was quite tasty, though we didn't get to have the Sunday Special (click through the below photo for a better look).Sunday saw us off to
persephoneplace and bodhranman's housewarming. What a wonderful mix of people. What a lot of food! Oof. The chocolate fountain was a great touch. ...We're convinced persephoneplace must have been a Jewish or Italian Grandma in a previous life. And did I mention the lovely people? The massage table did get some use, and the pagoda out back had an Irish band playing for a while. It is really a good life.And now, I think, to bed; tomorrow is calling.
