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Thursday, May 20, 2004
The Anniversary Post: Part II
Fancy Schmancy Jason has been known to do some pretty elaborate things for special occasions. For our anniversary, I told him that we should plan something together. And then I took advantage of the fact that he didn't have anything planned. Bwahaha. It was nothing too elaborate; I just wanted to make sure that we could spend the day together. So I put a blindfold on him and tossed him into the back of a van. And drove far far away. 20 minutes later, we were in St. Jacobs, a lovely little town with Mennonite flair. We spent the day walking around, visiting the shops, eating fresh baked goodies and gawking over antiques. My wonderful plan accidentally made his feet hurt. It's a small town so all the stores closed at 6pm or beforehand...we were left with stomachs still full from snacking and nowhere to go. So we sat on a bench and took goofy pictures. We headed into Benjamin's for dinner, where we had the fanciest meal ever. It's the kind of restaurant that serves escargot, where the wine list is longer than the menu, where the waiter says "Very good" to all your requests and has the specials of the night memorized. We felt kind of out of place. We tried to be fancy to match, but when Jason sprayed mussel juice all over the table and even got it on the fireplace behind us, all hope was lost. The waiter didn't seem to mind though, he gave us free dessert to celebrate our anniversary, which was awesome because we probably wouldn't have been able to afford it anyway. After dinner, I put the blindfold on him again and drove far far away. My master plan ended at the Maryhill Inn, a gorgeous bed and breakfast out in the country. We spent the night in the beautiful Rose Room and woke up to the yummiest breakfast that we've had in a long while. The fruit salad was so pretty, and the croissants so fresh that I didn't want to eat them. But then I did, and quickly too. Our hosts, Jack and Anita, pay very close attention to detail. Though we've only been to two, Jason and I are becoming quite well versed in the art of owning a B&B, for it truly is an art. And maybe one day we can be like Jack and Anita, asking the same questions, telling the same stories, telling each others' stories. Oh wait, we already do. |
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