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Friday night was to be spent dancing at Velvet Underground to DJ Bingo Bob. But Velvet was playing what I can only classify as Italian hip-hip. Many would disagree, but I’m not a genre specialist. Then we went to Bovine, but there was a band there that didn’t sound like they were worth the $10 cover charge. Next up, under advisement from LilBro, was Hideout. $7 to get in there… okay. Also band, covering oldies (Beatles, etc.). Finally, Tattoo Rock Parlour, where knowing the bouncer meant skipping the line and the cover. Honestly? Friday night on Queen West has changed and left me out. I guess I really getting old. Still, clambered home around 0330, not bad.
Saturday was spent on a deliciously pulled-out couch, watching two weeks worth of TV and eating junk food. Breakfast in bed, Greek lunch delivery… all good. Saturnight we had reservations at the 360, the revolving restaurant atop the CN Tower. Tried to convince Jadek that we should have done the Edge Walk too, but he was having none of it. Dinner was divine and we spent a very warm evening strolling the deck three hundred metres above ground. A soft-serve ice cream from a truck capped off that delicious day.
Sunday was brunch at Victoria’s in the King Edward Hotel. It was everything I remembered and then some. If you haven’t been, I suggest you go, at least once. It’s worth every penny: the food is varied and fantastic, the service is impeccable, the atmosphere is rich…just excellent. What made it more special was the company I kept while there. After that, Jadek and I took in The Lone Ranger; it was POURING when we exited, so we killed some time in Chapters.
That night, I went to my parents’ for dinner, takeout from my favourite Chinese restaurant: Eddie’s Wok ‘n’ Roll. They bought me not one, not two, but THREE dresses from NYC, all of which fit perfectly. And since I had taken Monday and Tuesday off, I was able to extend that birthday feeling all week by wearing a new dress every day. Fabulous!
On Monday, of course, we were hit by that incredible deluge. While I know that the world doesn’t revolve around me, it does seem very suspicious that on the back of my miraculous birthday, we get a Noah-like flood. On Tuesday they called for hail (which, thankfully, did not come to pass). If I see frogs, poppets, I’m calling in the Apocalypse!
It was a wonderful and eventful start to my mid-thirties. I am always amazed by indulgences of friends who allow for my birthday to be extended for days and days (and days!)...I look forward to what comes next.
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