Canada Day Long Weekend PT3

Cocaine Princess here.


Getting out of the car and being able to stretch felt good after sitting for so long. I was tired and achy and wanted to lye down. We entered into the lobby where there was an enormous crowd of people. A big screen TV was set up and guests were watching the Euro Cup. It seems no matter where I go I can't escape sports. At first I couldn't tell where the line for checking in was. There were two very long zig zagging lines of people waiting. One was for Starbucks and the other long line was for checking in. Once I distinguished which line was for what I waited my turn and thankfully the line moved quickly.

Getting up to the 22nd floor was another story. The elevator kept stopping at almost every floor. I looked at my sister and quietly said, 'we were better off taking the stairs.' Finally it stopped on our floor. I went into the suite, kicked off my heels and plopped down on the bed.

Saturday and Sunday from sunrise to sunset I was busy with my shoot. 'A' was with me watching to one side.

CANADA DAY

Each night my sister and I took turns choosing where to eat. Had I put a little more thought into this Canada Day would have been my night to pick. 'A' picked MONTANA'S. It's location is right on the Clifton Hill strip, an area filled with touristy attractions. We're standing on the sidewalk outside the restaurant located near the Wax Museum Of Serial Killers. A guy dressed in a clown suit (I think he was suppose to be John Wayne Gacy) was handing out coupons for 20% off admission. Underneath the MONTANA'S sign it read 'COOKHOUSE SALOON.' 'This is where you want us to eat? Let's go to Rumors,' I suggested. 'Rumors is a nightclub,' she replied. 'I don't want to go clubbing.' 'And I don't want to eat in a saloon,' I said. 'It's not a saloon. Do you see any horses hitched to a post?' 'Maybe they're in the back,' I replied. 'It's just the restaurant's slogan.' 'Do you not know me?' I asked. 'I know it's out of your element but it's a respectful establishment. I've eaten here before. The food is quite good.' 'They have wooden chairs and benches.' 'How do you know?' she questioned. 'I've seen the commercial where two talking Buck heads are going on about all-you-can-eat-ribs,' I answered. 'You're going to like it. Taking my hand she dragged me inside. Oh God this was going to be just as bad as the bus ride to Bal Harbour I thought. The hostess sat us down and just like in the commercial we sat in wooden chairs and had a wooden bench for a table. The table, I mean bench was covered in a plastic blue and white checkered table cloth. Our energetic waiter came and placed another table cloth on top. Table cloth is an exaggeration. It was made from paper and brown colored. I noticed his black T-shirt and written in big white letters it said, 'ONLY WIMPS USE FORKS.' (What fresh hell has she brought me to where the restaurant encourages patrons to eat with their hands? At that point I thought about faking an illness but I knew 'A' would see right through me) He took out a crayon, yes a crayon, from his pocket and wrote his name on the paper, handed us our menus and said he would be back to take our order. The decor was filled with hunting and wilderness gear. Rather than a restaurant it seemed like a cabin located somewhere in the outdoors which I'm not particularly fond of. I do love the outdoors but my definition of the word consists of a beach with palm trees and a 5* resort nearby. My sister could tell I was a little uncomfortable. 'You look like a fish out of water.' I faked a smile and nodded no. 'Did I complain when it was your night to pick?' she asked. 'Why would you, who complains at elegant and fine dining? I said back. The previous night I had taken her to 17 NOIR located inside the Fallsview Casino. Fabulous dining! 'If mom was here what do you suppose she would say?' she asked. 'That's easy, she would be looking at you asking, why did you bring your sister to this wooden shack? Look at this place. It's something you see on Little House On The Prairie.' She paused for a moment and smiled, 'yes, that's probably what she would say. What else?' 'Still looking at you, take her someplace better suited.' 'Mom would want you to be happy and to eat.' 'I am happy and I plan to eat as soon as I find something I like,' I replied looking at the menu. 'You're looking at the calorie wise choices aren't you?' 'No,' I said. I was. 'For once please order something with grease and fat and while you're at it have a drink.' 'Like what, Patrón Silver?' I said. 'Yes if it's available why not?' she replied. 'Your shoot is over and we're here for a few days. It's our nation's birthday and everyone is celebrating. Look around.'

I did look around. People were smiling, laughing and toasting, even little children with their milkshakes while wearing their napkins on their heads, it was really quite adorable. (That reminds me, the napkins we were given, red and white colored. They at least could have matched the table cloth) I took her advice which I hardly ever do and ordered a dish with a lot of grease and fat and I had a drink, a Patrón Silver. Just kidding. I had a margarita and it was delicious. I can't remember the last time I had one.

During dinner my sister asked if I was having a good time. I told her I was but she wasn't entirely convinced. 'You're not just saying that for my benefit?' 'No,' I said. She had a look of doubt on her face. 'Then why are you eating your food so quick? It's like you can't wait to get out of here.' 'I'm fine,' I stated.

I'm always open in trying new things and when I do I keep a positive attitude. Despite it not being the environment I was use to, I had a good time and towards the end I was relaxed, although that could have been because of the drink. Anytime I spend with my sister is a good time and after a few days we had a good laugh. When the 4th of July arrived it was thank god my night to pick.

We came back to the hotel just in time for the fireworks. We were watching from the balcony of our room instead of standing outside squished among the thousands of people in front of the Falls. The entire show lasted 15 minutes. I couldn't keep my eyes open and watched maybe 5 minutes and went straight to bed. Thanks to the Margarita I had the best damn night's sleep in a long, long, long time.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess


Here I am enjoying my Margarita. Notice the table cloth and brown paper on top.