Feelin’ Loose

I think D has hit new heights of relaxation previously unknown to even himself. I just looked over my shoulder and he’s sitting on the bed, perfectly content, watching a show on how pencils get made. And the look on his face suggests that he’s actually liking it.

how pencils get made

Yesterday, I treated my doting husband to his first ever spa experience. We got facials side by side in the jacuzzi and then had an aromatherapy couples massage together. It was fabulous! The jacuzzi was full of rose petals and they had this cool ceiling effect that made it look like a night sky full of stars above us.

D seemed a little wary at first, he’s not one for doing these frou frou things. But I was able to convince him. He’s always complaining about aches in his neck and back, so I knew a massage would be just the thing. The therapists we had were amazing. They were so friendly and kind. They were thorough too, making sure to work out every single kink and knot. Before we even knew it, the hour was up. They led us stumbling and sleepy in our post massage glow back to the spa lobby for a refreshing berry smoothie while we settled up. We left the spa smiling dopey little smiles and holding hands. I think my plan worked far better than I ever expected it to.

Unfortunately, I don’t have pictures of the spa excursion, but I can assure you that D looked adorable getting his beard exfoliated while inhaling deeply the magical aromas of relaxation.

We spent the remainder of the afternoon having drinks and smoking cigars up at the adults only pool. It really is the best place to unwind. This resort is great, but it is heavily family-centric. The main pools and beaches are overrun with kids throughout the day, so having the special adults only pool to sneak away to is awesome. Not that we mind the families, it’s just a less calming experience at the pool when you’re constantly ducking the spray of water guns and trying to mind your curses. Because really, I’m only at my most relaxed when I can curse freely.

smoke if you got em

Feeling famished, we headed out to dinner. It was really shitty though. We went to this supposed steak house called Wayne’s Boots, and it was absolute crap. I love steak. D and I actually joked that one of the reasons I decided to marry him is because he can cook a steak perfectly to my liking. My favourite is a nice thick sirloin cut, rare. There has to be lots of blood. It has to look like someone just got murdered on my plate. The steak I got at Wayne’s Boots looked like some shit that Uncle Rico would have microwaved to death before whipping at Napoleon’s face. We won’t be going back there.

The dinner we had the night before at Fisherman’s was muy bueno. Way more worthy of being featured on the blog, that’s for sure.

My app made my knees buckle a little, it was that good. It was a fried whitefish cake in tortillas with fresh pico de gallo. It was fucking scrumptious! And the inevitable dinnertime margarita ain’t so bad either.

dinnertime margarita

fish cakes

There’s something so irresistible about deep-fried fish shoved into a tortilla. If I could find stuff like this back home, I’d probably need to get around via forklift. I also had a really spectacular fillet of mahi mahi for dinner. I desperately wish that I could have fish like this back home!

mahi mahi

Tonight we’re having a special dinner at the french restaurant and I hope it’s on par with what we’ve had at Fisherman’s. And I hope I can keep finding ways to keep D this relaxed when we get back. He’s so   different on vacation, you’d never guess this structured chap could be so chill.

Saturday Fake Out

Looks a little different around here doesn’t it?

Well, a reader whom I shall not name, told me that my blog styling was what barf turned into an internet page would look like. And that was either just blatant insensitive opinion or an attempt to help. I’ll take it as an attempt at help, although feelings are still mildly bruised. Not one to be easily swayed by the influence of others, I did give this opinion considerable thought before making the update. I thought the old look was bright and fun. Barfing is fun sometimes right? Like last weekend when I barfed on my aunt and uncles lawn after the jack ‘n’ jill… well maybe not fun so much as a funny anecdote for the co-workers after the fact. (Sorry about that btw wonderful aunt and uncle! Thankfully it thunder stormed 20 minutes later and washed most of it away. Rest assured next time I will be a much more refined houseguest, er, drive-way trailer guest!) Anyways, I finally reasoned that if I want more readers maybe a change would help. Good taste is subjective, but barf is universal so updated blog page it is!

Now that we’ve settled that matter, time to get to the goods! This was not a particularly eventful week, it was mainly just getting back the grind and all. But it felt really long. It felt like Friday was taking forever! So much so, that I actually faked myself out on Friday morning when I woke up thinking it was Saturday! I woke up at about 4:30am because I was having a nightmare about a massive fucking tarantula crawling up my legs. I may have mentioned in past posts that I have a very vivid imagination. When I have nightmares it takes me a long time to shake the imagery out of my brain. Every time I closed my eyes I would see the tarantula tormenting me in a new more horrific way than the last. Also, tarantulas are my worst fear EVER. So thanks a lot subconscious for being such a dick at 4:00am when a girl’s just trying to get a little beauty rest!

I tossed and turned for a bit and then finally got back into a deliciously deep slumber. A few hours later when D shook me awake, I rolled over and looked at the clock and saw 7:02am. Poor D. He was greeted with “what’s your fucking problem? it’s Saturday!” To which he replied, “Um, no. It’s Friday babe, time for work…” Oops!

I faked myself out! I had to drag my tired ass into work for one more day before the weekend. When I told my boss he laughed and laughed, it was quite a riot for him. Although it kind of sucked, there is an upside to this because the feeling carried forward all weekend. Saturday felt like Sunday but it wasn’t, and Sunday felt like a wicked free day for no reason! And the most wonderful thing of all this weekend? I did not have ANY plans. None.

The past couple of weekends I’ve had a lot of stuff going on: birthdays, bachelorettes, jack ‘n’ jills, jays games, family functions, the works! I enjoy an active social life, but sometimes I like to slow down a bit too. I took the “free day” sensation and just let it roll…

First thing, Friday night I called the spa and got booked for a pedicure on Saturday afternoon. Perfection! See for yourself…

Nothing like a bright, beautiful shade of red to freshen my little piggys! These girls are good to go to market indeed.

Also, D and I took a trip down to the good ole Bloor and Landsdowne neighbourhood to peruse the local thrift shops. There was tons of amazing stuff! I love cruising through the aisles for 90’s CDs, sweet graphic tees, obsolete technologies, rad home decor, and the like. The most amazing thing we stumbled upon was Velvet Veronica’s long-lost little sister whom I shall call Velour Valerie:

That’s right folks, Valerie is a love seat recliner. Isn’t she a beaut? Oh, snap! It’s too bad we couldn’t have found you back in the days that we inhabited 42 Hickory, you would have been a perfect fit!

To cap it all off, D and I also made the Herculean effort of hopping on the subway and doing our weekly grocery shop at the Loblaws at Yonge and Lawrence. Oh Loblaws! We’ve missed you so, and we promise we will never be tempted away again by Metro’s brazen and brassy proximity to our apartment. Well, we’ll see how we can do for the next couple of months. I can’t promise anything for wintertime when it’s biting cold out and I don’t want to leave the apartment at all… but for now Loblaws we be chillin’.

It may not sound like much, but it was glorious. The Saturday fake out, easiest way to dupe your stupid brain into the long weekend of its dreams!