The day started out as per usual. I woke up way before my husband so I could enjoy my Facebook time all alone. I decided that I was all out splurging on a decadent (homemade) coffee. Super sweet & super creamy & also super bad for me….. I loaded up one of the Sumatra blends with my Blend Cream & International Coffee’s Mocha Fudge Cream & settled down to watch the Primate episode of BBC’s Earth Series Life. Oh How I love me some monkeys and the like.
(You can actually watch the entire episode on YouTube, but it will never look as good as it does in your own home of course. I could count every hair on the face of an orangutan)
At some point my incessant giggling at the cuteness and such I must have woken up the dog to his need to tinkle. With the dog came the husband & the morning was much less peaceful ;-p. We had
breakfast, more like ,brunch together. A scrambled egg,spinach, mushroom wrap with lettuce, tomato, cheese, salsa & sour cream. We even broke our own rules and bought some fake bacon, super processed chicken made to taste like bacon. It was delicious, salty salty deliciousness.
Unfortunately it was time for me to go shopping. I am not a typical “girl” who jumps for joy at the mention of shopping & malls. Blech…. But I wanted to look nice since we never go out anywhere. I had checked out a couple things online & had decided to head out to Value Village to see if anything could be had there. But the trek was a long way when I couldn’t be certain there would be anything & it would require patience and a tedious search through tons of things so I opted for the dreaded shopping mall.
I went to all of 3 stores, yippeeeee!! Reitmans where I found my dress. Unfortunately it was not the one I really wanted, which was also on sale for $25. The one I found is a really stretchy material and one of the very few not on sale so I paid full price for it. Sucky since I haven’t a clue when I would have a chance to wear it again.
I also needed a pair of shoes to wear with it since the only thing I have left is 2 pairs of running shoes & drab dress shoes that are meant to wear under dress pants not a flowy skirt. I checked PayLess for something cheap but would match. No such luck. So I headed into Zellers and found their shoe section in a hurricane zone. Apparently every damn thing is on sale in preparation for Target incoming I imagine. I found a nice pair of wedge sandals but the wedge was so skinny it still felt like a high heel and this dork couldn’t walk in them. So I found a pair of 40% off almost flats with a flower thing on them. No black in my size so I opted for a dark brown instead of hot pink & hoped no one would care enough to notice. On my way to the cash I noticed all the purses were also on clearance so I thought, what the heck. Found a small black thing for $10. Woot, score! I didn’t actually own a purse before, I simply stuck whatever I wanted to carry with me into a reusable canvas bag bearing the Halifax Library on it. I’m trés cool, lol. And before that I used a Chapter’s reusable bag…
Got home & Eric & I decided to watch America’s Got Talent results show. No big surprises there for me except the ending when the younger girl was left standing with Rebekah & Donovan rather than the judges decision being between the crossbow act & R&D. I do have to say though that Howard Stern is beginning to grate on my nerves. I like him & I also like that the judges have begun to critique this year but I hate that he makes everything about himself. It’s not your fucking stage Howard, get off the pot.
After all the boringness of getting ready we headed down to catch the ferry. Two reasons, 1. I love the ferry & 2. It’s close to the restaurant we had chosen. I spent the entire time traveling to the restaurant asking Eric if I looked like a prostitute because everytime I looked down all I could see was boob, lots & lots of boob. I can’t help it, I wasn’t looking for a turtleneck dress in the middle of summer….
Quick sidenote though: I realized (officially) that all that business up front causes me insane backache. Standing up straight is incredibly painful and would leave me a cramp where my front ribs meet my back ribs. I think I will have to suck it up and see a doctor about a reduction because it truly makes my life miserable.
Just before we left.
On the ferry.
You know, I feel like I’m smiling but it doesn’t come across as though I am….. I swear I am not a miserable bitch. Well not there I wasn’t.
We get to the waterfront and decide to wander for a bit because we’re early for our reservation. Lo & behold….
We missed the shot of him on the barricade part kneeling down in that Spiderman way. Darn.
So we walked the waterfront, me jiggling all the way & my husband pleased all the way. Apparently he likes my dress, eyeroll.
So we had an earlier debate on where to go for out dinner. We were stuck between McKelvie’s, The Keg & Salty’s. We ultimately decided that we wanted seafood because that’s a tradition. We decided on Salty’s because we had never tried it before & it had amazing reviews. http://www.saltys.ca/ We were seated upstairs, in the classy section, although trust me when I say there is little classy about us. We were actually a little disappointed because we had found what we wanted on the downstairs casual menu & didn’t see anything that called out for us on the classy menu. But we ate some bread and debated because it seemed so rude to the waiter to up and leave for another section especially after we had made the reservation & didn’t specify where we wanted to sit.
We ordered ourselves some Long Island Iced Teas, which are so delicious. I didn’t expect that the first time I tried them, but Yum! We were served some complimentary bread which was crap in comparison to McKelvie’s bread but the cornbread that I ordered as an app with our steamed mussels was Nummy Nummy. And priced well too. Two small loaves for $3.95, unfortunately I somehow managed to trap a fly under my remaining two slices and couldn’t finish them 😦 And no it wasn’t there beforehand, I can be certain of this because he was under the same spot that I kept buttering my slices. The mussels were also really good, but it has become apparent that I shouldn’t eat things like that in public. I ended up with butter wine broth splattered all over my glasses & the tablecloth, uh and the napkin.
For our entrées, I chose the roasted scallops served with grilled veggies & lemon spinach risotto. And a Thai curry sauce for the scallops. The scallops were amazing, but it turns I am not a fan of risotto. The whole al dente thing just doesn’t work for me in rice. Which was too bad because the flavourings were really good. But I LOVE lemon and spinach together, it’s how I make my couscous.I managed to get risotto on my chest & sauce on my nose, a testament to how classy we are. Can’t eat dinner without getting it all over me.
Not my specific plate because we didn’t order wine…. surprisingly but it IS what I ordered.
Eric opted for the special which was a sesame crusted salmon filet over a creamy risotto and a golden beet and tomato salad. His sauce was an orange miso, which was wonderful, in fact I could have licked his plate when he was finished. He also wasn’t the biggest fan of the risotto but said that he would eat it again but he didn’t ‘love’ it. We opted out of dessert in favour of Cows ice cream cone. I had my heart set on bubblegum and there was none so I didn’t get one at all, I was not pleased but I saw nothing else that I really wanted so Eric got himself a mint chocolate chunk cone & I had a lick of that while we sauntered down to the casino.
We are such huge spenders at the casino. We took out a whopping $20 for the both of us and played the slots a little. Mostly I just wanted to go there to do something a little bit different. Neither one of us are big gamblers and the flash and dazzle aren’t big draws for us. So a couple bucks and I pulled the arm like the do in the movies and we were done with a whole 18 cents left to our twenty, hehe.
So we decided to head home, back on the ferry.
Got home, literally stripped ourselves of dinner clothes and into pjs to watch So You Think You Can Dance. If I could have just one eighth of the grace those dancers have, I’d be set.
And then we retired to the bedroom, stay out of there you pervs.