Wordful Wednesday


This past weekend a girlfriend and I took the opportunity to escape to the big city. 

Our “big city” is Toronto. 

We booked a hotel, planned a spa day, and began fantasizing about our child free weekend filled with shopping, eating without sharing, and sleep.

Sweet Lord the sleep.

Halfway to our destination a serious stomach cramp reaching from the depths of hell and stabbed my pilot in her guts!! I feared our trip might be cancelled due to a case of IBS.

But no!

My Beav knows pain! She’s given birth without drugs!

She muscled on until we could get her to a Coffee Time.

First crisis averted (well for us anyway… I feel sorry for the Coffee Time people). 

Once we arrived at the hotel I heard angels sing. They were welcoming me into their heavenly gates. Begging me to steal white linen from their closets.

This hotel meant business! Shinny floors, huge lights, a lounge, a concierge… my self confidence went from a yoga pant wearing 6 to a “watch out I’m pretending I’m rich all weekend bitches!!!“ 10.

We checked in and discussed the possibilities of what the room could look like, and the perks we could enjoy; a man servant, hot stone massage, chocolate covered strawberries, a bath drawn…. 

We opened the door to our room…

Or more appropriately, The Love Nest.
They  thought we were lesbians.
Ahh well, we were holding hands and whispering when we arrived, here’s to adventure! 

HAHAHA, just kidding. (maybe…there was available porn)

You’re waiting for a picture aren’t you…


After a quick re-fresh it was onto shopping! The Eaton Centre had it all.. and we wanted it all…

Delicious food, with a free serving because the waitress dropped some on the floor!!
All around Class.
Being fragile and easily swayed we joined the mob.
I may have broken some legs.
New friends were made.
Until we realized they were stealthy bitches and trying to steal our shoes!
So we took their hair and ran!
With alcohol.
This would be WAY more exciting if I wasn’t a lush and can only drink one.
AND if the one I did have didn’t give me an ice cream headache every time I took a sip.
AND if I didn’t pinch the bridge of my nose while still trying to look “cool” and “sexy” and “awesome” and “with it’ but all the while saying, “OMG, this is sooooo cold!! OMG, everytime!” 

After falling asleep in a pool of chocolate and tears of regret.
It was time to pack up. 

Time to say goodbye to our hotel, our friends, our Mob.


But we’ll always have each other…
And this sweet ass ode to the trip!

Love ya Beav!


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