My friend had to do a site visit of the Oban Inn, which is located in Niagara-on-the-Lake, this past weekend. Now, do not mistake it for Niagara Falls, because it’s not anything like Niagara Falls, other than its near there. Niagara-on-the-Lake is nestled on the south shore of Lake Ontario at the mouth of the Niagara River.
The town of Niagara-on-the-Lake is small, but very quaint. Its home to the Shaw Festival and Ontario’s Wine Country – some of the best wines are grown here in Ontario (too bad I’m not a drinker, otherwise I would have sampled). So, my friend asked me if I wanted to go with her as the inn also has a spa. The room would be paid for and she would pay for my treatment because she already owed me money, so of course I said “yes!” because I’d be insane to say no to that.
Niagara-on-the-Lake has this small stretch, about 2 – 3 blocks, of downtown where the Shaw Festival Theatre is located and has all these shops and restaurants. We ended up at the Shaw Cafe for lunch and the King Grill (?) for dinner. Both were fabulous and we only paid for dinner. The hotel included lunch in our package because my friend was there for the site visit. We walked around the downtown part, but very quickly because we had to get back for the site visit.
It was so nice to indulge, and the spa at the hotel was great. I got a manicure, because everything else at this spa was so expensive. I just could not justify the cost to myself. The manicurist was funny, she kept telling me stories of how her daughters are constantly in these fights with other girls at school. The stories made the time pass by faster, although my friend was telling me when we got out how I have disrupted her massage cause she could hear me laughing. I have a hearty, loud laugh that people have always told me they like, but I felt bad for having disrupted her relaxation moment, even if she was kidding, cause she obviously heard me.
It was good to get away from the city for the weekend. Everything gets forgotten when you’re enjoying yourself.
On my walk in the neighbourhood....look at the lovely snow
I love the holidays. I admit it, I love all the food, the decorations, parties with friends and the family gatherings. I even enjoy the snow…not driving in it, but I enjoy watching it fall and walking in it. I look forward to the holidays every year no matter how stressful. I’m more organized this year with the free time I have now. Of course, I’m not a fan of the shopping, but I’m done. And, it helps that there is a mall across the street from my place. I just walk over if I need anything.
My family has a couple of holiday traditions. Dinner on Christmas day and New Year’s day. There’s always a ton of food, laughter and play time with my nephews. I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s gathering. It’ll be fun and my nephews are gonna love me, I bought them each a big truck. Boys and their toys, I tell you, they love them.
Every year I have dinner at my place on New Year’s day, and this year is no different. I like cooking for my family. Although this year I’m changing my tradition of baking shortbread cookies and making fudge to something different. I’m actually tired of the shortbread and fudge. I’m going to do different cookies and make cupcakes again. I figured my nephews would love the cupcakes and they are so easy to make.
I have a lot to be thankful for. And, although the next few months will be a challenge, I’m not shying away from it. I love a challenge.
Happy holidays to everyone!
My nephew had his first Christmas concert at school this week. He’s growing up so fast, it makes me sad sometimes because I want him to be little forever. I know, its crazy selfishness, but I can’t help it. And then I’m reminded that my youngest nephew will be part of this concert next Christmas.
The chaos you see in the photo below does not even begin to describe how crazy it became in the auditorium. I enjoyed every moment of it, don’t get me wrong. The performances were fabulous, but, damn, parents can get vicious when their view is blocked. Note to self: always remember to not stand up in your excitement to take a picture of your nephew. You may lose your life.
I remember the other reason I stopped clubbing – the sleazy guys. Ahhhh…it all comes back after one night of clubbing. Oh, and I can proudly say I didn’t fall asleep.
The party wasn’t what I was thought it would be, it was fun, but not what I imagined. The night reminded me of why I like quiet nights, versus the pounding sound of music and many, many bodies dancing to it. My claustrophobia kicked in big time.
As for the sleazy guys, I could recall a few things that happened, but I’m not going to – they’re just worth a good chuckle now. They weren’t all sleazy, but its the ones that are that make it bad for the good ones.
I went to the club with my sister-in-law sister’s best friend W. I dropped off my car at her house and met her younger brother who drove us to the club. Watching these two was quite entertaining. Her brother was a metrosexual type of guy. He must have changed his shirt four or five times while I was waiting to leave, asking his sister and I what we thought. He came down with one shirt and it was kinda short and he said “is this short, what do you think, is it short” while pulling at it. W was hemming and hawing about it and then he looked over at me and I said “well, you keep pulling at it and if you’re doing that its too short for you” and that’s all I said and he went back upstairs to change again. W was amused by my honesty, but I told her that if he was already fidgeting with it, then he’d be doing it all night and would be uncomfortable.
Human relationships always interest me. I like seeing how people interact. The club was a great example of that. The dancing was great to watch, some not so good but funny and some really good. All the grinding and dry humping, though, was a bit over the top but hilarious to watch.
Remind me to never dry hump a boyfriend in public. 😉
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My sister-in-law’s youngest sister is turning 30 this weekend. I told her sister, impulsively, that I wanted to go to her party. After I did that, my sister-in-law said to me “do you know what you’re getting into?”. Hm…um…no.
So, that’s what I do, I often just plunge into things quite impulsively. Not all the time, but a majority of the time. Now, having said that, after I decided to party with her, my sister-in-law told me how she parties. It involves sex, drugs and rock n’roll. I laughed, she told me she wasn’t kidding – it was going to be hard core partying. So, I told her I could do the rock n’roll, but no sex and drugs and I’d be fine. She laughed and just looked at me sadly with that “oh, you’re so in for it”.
And now, with the party approaching, I’m getting a bit nervous. Why? Not because I’m afraid of what’s going to happen during the party, nah, that doesn’t bother me. I’m nervous that I won’t be able to stay awake during the whole party! The reason I stopped clubbing was because I fell asleep at a club once back in my mid-twenties and that was the day I stopped. But, I plan on taking a nap, cause the party doesn’t start until 10:30pm. It’s a late party, but with a nap I should be ready for anything…right.
It’s going to be an interesting, and I’m sure, fun night. I haven’t been in a club in a long time. I prefer quieter nights than the pounding sound of a club, and the deafness that follows afterwards, but in the spirit of her 30th birthday I will endear it. Funny thing is the last time I was at a club was when I was with her in Vancouver. I went with her and her older sister to this place at the Plaza of Nations and I remember thinking to myself “shit, I’m way too old for this”.
I may be too old for clubbing, but I refuse to fall asleep and embarrass myself again. 😀