So in case anyone was worried that the visit from my awesome friends — who drove up from Tropical Ontario to celebrate my aging! — was going to go un-blogged, fear not, it just took me awhile to tidy up all the pictures and settle down to write it up properly.
It was fantastic!
Linlin, chan, and their respective boys and/or husband came up Friday night, which saw us at The Works (where I’ve learned that no matter what patty it’s on, the pepper crust is never worth ordering) and then off to The Watchmen.
While the movie was disappointing (review another time, methinks), the dinner was fantastic (burger shots of everyone here) and we had the fun of seeing people (in highschool, The Boy hastens to add, lest I suddenly decide to start cosplaying again) dressed up as the various heroes from the graphic novel. Yay for costumes!
(I’m not sure why The Boy has this conviction that grown-ups shouldn’t look forward to dressing up. After all, everyone likes doing that for Hallowe’en parties — why wouldn’t you look for excuses at other times during the year? In response to this, I have stated that I will have to look up when a suitably-timed anime con is on this year, but I’ve resigned myself to the fact that the easiest one would probably be CNAnime, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be in attendance at a wedding at that time so… maybe next year?)
Saturday was spent tromping through the mud at Stanley’s Olde Maple Lane Farm, where fun was had by all, and The Boy suddenly realized that his normal supplier of crack maple products might be out of the country this year during his family’s sugaring-off time. (Woe!)
Taken in the barn with the petting animals, this is by far my favourite picture from the morning. (Sorry guys.) He’s so crazy looking with the foofy feathers, and the standing on one foot!
I was slightly disappointed at the lack of live sheep, although there were two very large specimens of the Sheep Statue For Children To Clamber Upon variety. In the end, it’s probably for the best; everyone knows that sheep are far smellier than they are cute (although they are very cute).
Anyway, after that, we headed out to the Byward Market for candy apples and Beavertails, and seriously? There really is a picture of Obama in the Beavertail shack downtown. It’s quite ridiculous.
We paused for the mandatory coffee shop loiter demanded of all 20-somethings these days, then headed to the Prescott where our zealous praise of their meatballs met with four happy converts:
Suitably stuffed, the guys informed us that The Ladies Need Not Be The Drivers that night. Apparently when it’s my birthday, all girls get to drink! Which is just as well, really, since the ensuing karaoke apparently occured against most peoples’ wills. (I don’t know why; it’s supposed to be fun! And irritating if you believe the Brits.) It’s a bit of a shame, really, because some folk were naturals! (Photographic evidence here, almost all of it courtesy of Crispy, who either took one for the team to take pictures of everyone, or else was hiding behind the camera so he only had to sing once. In either case, I’m quite grateful because otherwise there would be very few shots of the (apparently rare) occurence of everyone singing in public.)
Very late on Sunday, we all hobbled out of bed and headed over to the pub (…what?) for brunch and trivia where we actually won a category! And there were even prizes!
All-round, I don’t think I could even imagine a better weekend. Many thanks to everyone who came up or out (or both!) for my birthday — it was tremendously fun, and I enjoyed every minute! Thank you!