Wedding/BabyMoon/Anniversary/Business Trip, Part 1

Well, it's been 5 days since we waved goodbye to Jeremiah and flew off into the sunset... Actually, we flew off into the drizzly night sky. And not without a few bumps along the way.

Our flight to Toronto was originally set to depart at 10:25, with an 11:40 arrival time. For some reason, the flight coming in from Toronto was delayed by a few minutes, so we didn't get to board until 10:50. That wasn't the only hiccup, though...

Apparently, (we're still learning these things ourselves) when you're travelling with an infant, even if he's a lapper, ya gotta have a boarding pass for him. Normally, you don't, but since it was an international flight, not only did Jr need a passport, but also a boarding pass. Well, for some reason, United let this family through without one (parents with three kids, the baby being the same age as Jeremiah, so they only needed 4 seats total, and that's all the boarding passes they had.)

So while we waited to board, United decided they would check passports for everyone on the plane. When this family went up, the gate employees realized they were missing a boarding pass for their little youngin'. OH NO! HUGE SECURITY THREAT HERE, PEOPLE! Let's hold up the plan for an hour until we get this family a boarding pass!

And that's what happened. We took off at our 'arrival' time, and didn't get into Toronto until around 1 a.m. It's not like we had to get there any time in particular, y'know, like to rent a car or something..... <~sarcasm

The boarder.... that was a whole other story. Normally, we get through the boarder just fine. They ask a couple of questions, and you're on your way. Nope, not so easy this time. I personally think the guy was just in a pissy mood to begin with because Jeremy crossed "the red line" without being called up first. It's not like the dude was doing anything else besides waiting for people to check in! That did it though. "What is your business in Canada?" Wedding. "Where's the invitation?" Uhh... we don't have it (we copied down the info and left it at home, so we wouldn't have to worry about losing it... silly us, huh?) "What's your friend's name?" "What does he do?" "What do you do?" "For what company?" "And what do you do?" (looking at me...) Uhh... I'm a housewife? "Where are you staying?" "How long?" "What is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow??" (Okay, he didn't really ask that, but at that point, he might as well have!)

FINALLY, we get though, get our bags, and are on our way. We were able to get our car, drive to our hotel, and finally got to crash around 2:30-ish. Sheesh. The shortest part of our trip ended up taking just as long as the next part (which started at 8 p.m. Sunday, and didn't end until 12:30 a.m. PST. Okay, maybe it didn't take as long as that, but geez... the flight itself was only 50 minutes [normally 95, but they hooked us up and flew a little faster to make up for the silly canadian family and their bay-bee.])

Friday day, we hung out in Toronto with Jeremy's buddies from high school, including the groom to be. Lunch was at the worst pasta joint I've ever been to (okay, I know I ordered a highly complicated spaghetti and meatballs, but seriously... how do you screw that up?! It's freaking spaghetti.... meatballs... and sauce... How do you make the sauce taste so bad, you don't want to eat it. And then they put that same foul tasting substance in the meatballs themselves. I have never EVER sent something back because I didn't like it, but it was either that or not eat any of it. So they brought it out just with buttered noodles, and I still could only eat the spaghetti itself. At least we had ordered some mozzarella sticks, so I wasn't starving afterwards... Very disappointing. If you're ever in Toronto, stay away from the "Old Spaghetti Factory" Not worth it.) After lunch, we stopped at the St. Lawrence Market, and got some souvies for "the kids" (my brothers.) And thankfully, there are Tim Horton's along the way, everywhere you go. Their Timbits cannot be topped (they are gooooooood, but only when they're fresh.)

That was Friday in a (large) nutshell. Saturday was the wedding, which we arrived late for, so we missed the entire ceremony. How late were we?? 10 minutes. No joke. Jeremy was pointing some hill out, and accidently drove right past the exit. The next one was 5 miles away. Grr... So by the time we got there, we got to witness the prayer (which no one had their heads bowed and eyes closed for, so we didn't know that was what was going on until we sat down and the priest said, "Amen.") and the signing of the marriage certificate/license, whatever. And that was it! Wedding over! Short and sweet, I guess.

That was the only part that was short and sweet, though. There was a two hour break between the wedding and the reception, so once again, we ventured to Tim Horton's, after a brief stop at The Beer Store for some Rickards Red.

The reception was nice. Good food, lots of drink options, good times with our table (it was us, Ben & Emilia, Jeremy's buddy from HS and his wife, and a buddy of the bride's with her fiance.) Dessert was lacking, but everything else was really good (the best part of the wedding cake was the fondant, at least in my opinion. They had other desserts available, too, but I wasn't in much of a desserting mood.) We left around 11:30 (yes, it took 6 hours to get to dessert, and the party wasn't over yet,) and crashed in our room.

Are ya still with me? We're almost done so hang in there! :)

Lastly, Sunday. Went to a yummy breakfast/lunch place with another of Jeremy's buddies (I had a tuna sandwich with a huge side of fruit, and a choco banana crepe.... Mmm... So good.) I was able to experience "Canadian Tire" which is not a tire shop, believe it or not. They're a really random homegoods store (really random... like, chocolate fountains, next to flashlights, next to weed killer, incase you want to dip the weeds you're killing at night into some liquid chocolate?) It was a dump, even moreso than Walmart, and now I never have to go back again. :) The curiosity has been quenched!

Final stop was at the mall for some poutine from New York Fries (supposedly, it's the best you can get without driving to Quebec.) We were still kinda full, so we walked around a bit, only to find out that the mall closed at 5, and we missed our opportunity to get the poutine that we had gone there for... Booo... I did get some, though, from KFC, but it was just okay (it's best when the cheese is melted, and it wasn't here.)

That's 'bout it for Canada. Part two will cover our trip to Vegas and beyond!

Oh yeah, and I have no pics. Sorry. :)