Not that I don't appreciate how much Edward is in this book, but I was really looking for some meaningless smut. And really, even without all the sex filler, the actual plot to the book was woefully underdeveloped. The one thing that kept me interested in the book was the interaction between Anita and Edward, and Hamilton kept ruining it with Anita's internal monologue of how she couldn't sleep with Edward because he was like her brother. Sigh.
7:43 p.m. // this is my reality \\
Friday was full of good things and good people. Michelle and I met Derek for lunch at the Eaton Centre, and of course, I wanted to pop into Aerie and ended up making them wait a good 15 minutes for me while I tried on items, and didn't end up buying them because I wanted more time to browse and we had to eat. Derek treated us to Richtree and I had rosti for the first time - starchy yet delicious!
Of course, given my aborted shopping trip, after work before meeting Danny I had to go back - and did end up buying the shorts and top I wanted, plus a cute little nightie... which I may just wear as a dress. Hopefully the dark colour will mitigate the shearness? And then I couldn't leave without popping by Dynamite, where I ended up buying cute work shorts, a shirt that I'm still undecided about, and a long necklace, the type which I have been looking for, at a decent price, forever! Retail sales will be the death of me - but I justified it to myself because of my recent promotion/pay raise :)
Left the mall to meet Danny (probably to the benefit of my credit card), and we wandered around Dundas Square and then to Ryerson campus a bit, checking out the Luminato ball / J.J. Abrams' plot device before sitting down in the shade of a campus building and chatting. The weather was ever so lovely outside, and we decided to go to Mercatto for dinner, which had the added benefit of me being able to see Danny's work building (or at least the building it's attached to - it is quite pretty).
Dinner was most excellent - the Mercatto on College is much more spacious than the one on Bay, more whites and pastels, less dark wood. We shared a delicious antipasto selection of roasted beats (surprisingly sweet), pickled mushrooms, prosciutto, coppa (cured pork shoulder, very tasty), and two cheeses (a soft mozzarella and a hard ewe's milk cheese). Then a pasta for each of us - linguine with fresh clams and white wine for me, a delicious pappardelle (these facinating wide, flat noodles) with wild mushrooms; and the absolute best part of the meal, their in house tiramisu, which was absolutely fantastic. We both decided we had been eating substandard tiramisu all our lives, if this was what good tiramisu tastes like.
Of course, the entirety of dinner consisted of an incredibly wide and entertaining range of conversation, including a discussion of whether or not the cookware I use on the stove can be called a wok, or rather it is a plain pan as Danny insisted. Our server was rather entertained by how vehemently I was trying to argue my point.
Dinner ran late enough that we didn't want to rush for the 9:00 showing of Up, so we got tickets for 10:00 instead, and wandered the Eaton Centre for a bit - Dundas Square was packed with people watching the (last?) Luminator presentations, but on the plus side, they were giving out samples of Hershey's milk chocolate - mmm.
The movie itself was rather adorable and sweet (though its adorableness had nothing on the Pixar short prior the the movie - now that was filled with an inordinate amount of cuteness). We saw it in 3D, but I guess I was anticipating something more like the 3D rides at Wonderland, where they really project things right out of the screen; Up 3D just had an interesting additional depth - now that I've seen a 3D movie, I think I would be content seeing all the other 3D movies coming out just in regular definition.
It was just before 12 by the time we got out of the theatre, and Danny walked me to my office so I could pick up my stuff, and then to Union. On the way, rather unexpectedly, I ran into both James and Jeff, the latter of whom was taking the Go bus home too, and generously offered me a ride home - what luck :)
A lovely evening in Toronto all in all, though I wish my internal clock would have allowed me to sleep past 9:00. The rest of the weekend is shaping up to be quite excellent as well.
9:15 a.m. // this is my reality \\