Oh the Places You'll Go: Toronto

I returned from Texas on Wednesday, worked Thursday and went to Toronto Friday for the wedding of a dear friend I met at summer camp. It was a costume event, so I borrowed a sari, as previously mentioned, from The Blue Fairy, and off I went. The flight was short and sweet - so nice not to change time zones! - and I landed with plenty of time to get to the home of the BFF who'd offered to put me up for the weekend.

Unfortunately, in my haste or lack of research/memories, I confused Dovercourt with Davenport, and ended up about 6.2 km (almost 4 miles) from my destination. I managed to walk and subway my way there, but it took me most of the afternoon, and a fair amount of dragging my suitcase up and downstairs and on and off subways and along sidewalks. When I finally arrived, I'd managed to pick up a bottle of a fav. sauvignon blanc, so there was some downtime refreshment before I headed to the rehearsal dinner. It was a stand-up affair with champagne, lots of food, and many a familiar face.

Saturday involved not sleeping in quite as much as one might prefer, then hanging around and prepping for a birthday party - which mostly involved me reading a Jamie Oliver book while my BFF puttered. We ran errands in the slightly chilly weather. returning in time to apply make-up and apply sari. After an at-home mishap, we applied a binder clip to the front pleats (to great and lasting success), and I headed off to the King Edward. The evening was a smashing success, truly a testament to the fantastic family and friends surrounding the happy couple. And when I got back, the party was still in semi-full swing, so I stayed in my sari and we talked the night away.

Next morning's brunch came a wee bit early, but I got there gracefully and at a reasonable hour, and thank the gods, there were bloody marys. The debriefing could have lasted all day, but there was a plane to catch, amidst the fall-out of the Toronto Marathon, but somehow I made it to Pearson on time, and back to New York.

And now I have two and a half weeks in my own damn house. Heaven, I tell you.