No YOU'RE a Beamsville
We got home from our trip this afternoon, with almost 2 hours of very stressful driving, in the rain, with very slow drivers. The trip was excellent. I must say, nothing went wrong at all. The weather (except for this morning, but we missed most of it) was great - sun shining, warm with a breeze. On Thursday, we went for a long walk around Niagra Falls. It is such a tourist trap. Tourists = stupid people. I need not say any more. (They still continue to find me even outside of Toronto... I must be a magnet). Thursday night, we went to see Pygmalion. I decided not to go with my fur, but rather my black dress that I've only worn like, three times. Almost brand new! And my shoes that nearly killed me. I can't stand heels that are over 2 inches high - they're unnatural. The play was excellent. The acting was amazing, as well. However, people should be taught the proper etiquette for plays and operas (etc). Since there is no such course, I will mention a few key details.
Do NOT clap until the end of the entire scene. Even though you may be tempted to applaud a certain performer's handling of a specific line/phrase/popular quote, do NOT do this.
Do NOT laugh excessively. Yes, there are funny parts in Pygmalion, but this does not mean that you can laugh for 30 seconds after the quote has been said. This is just rude to the actors and the other audience members
Do NOT hoot and holler at the end of the play. It is ok to say "bravo" for a specific actor, however. But remember that you're at a PLAY and not at a(enter random sports team)'s game/match.
Lastly, if you are slow on the stairs, simply wait for a few minutes until most of the theatre has been emptied. Sure, it will mean that you will be a few minutes later in getting to your car, but it also means that other audience members will be saved from the insanity of having to wait for 10 minutes while you attempt to reach the next stair.
Ok, so that was Thursday. On the way back from the play, we watched as lightening flashed over Niagra Falls (the play was in Niagra-on-the-Lake). It was a beautiful sight. And behind us, as we drove away, someone was setting off firecrackers (we assumed because it was the opening of the Shaw festival).
Friday, we started off the day in Niagra-on-the-Lake, eating lunch at a small restaurant. It was good food. All of the food we ate was good. However, it always seemed that we would be seated right next to a family with small children. I don't mind this of course, I like kids, but every single meal was consumed next to some kid who was screaming, running around the table, or just generally misbehaving. I commented to Chris that it seems to me that they seat us near the kids because, in their eyes, we are kids ourselves. We aren't of course, but that's what older-aged host/hostesses would see us as - kids. Oh well.
We visited the Butterfly Conservatory yesterday, as well. The many varieties of butterflies were all pretty in their own ways. There was one, called the Morpho Butterfly was amazing. The most beautiful colours of green and blue combined. However, it was a traumatizing experience. I know I'm emotional. I realize that. But there was this lady, taking a picture of her two children next to a butterfly, and therefore not looking where she was stepping. She stepped right onto what I think was a Cabbage Butterfly . I watched her to this. I could see it happening before it happened. I felt so horrible. This perfect little life, holding so much beauty and innocence, was destroyed by one stupid movement of a stupid tourist. I understand that these things happen, but it was so amazing to me that a woman who seemed to be interested in these little lives could easily and foolishly take one of them herself. Upon stepping on it, she looked down, saw it on her shoe, and scraped the little butterfly off on the side of a rock. People can be so cruel.
I wanted to stay forever with Chris forever in that garden outside of the Conservatory. It was so perfect, warm. No one was around (minus the tourists, who came and went, and the woman who watched us from a window inside of the building right there). We just basked in the sunlight. Happy.
A 60+ year old woman was the first to go over the falls - in a wooden barrel, no less - and survive.
We went on the Maid of the Mist this morning, before leaving. Very cold, wet, and windy, but a most beautiful sight. I can now imagine what it would be like to look up from under the falls after falling over them. It would be like looking into heaven, literally. The mists that rise from the falls' base look like clouds from underneath. It would be a great first look in a new life that had been touched by a miracle.
But, above all else, I just enjoyed being with Chris. It was nice to be away from school, and work. The moments that I enjoyed the most were the times in which I would look over at Chris at any random moment and see him looking back at me, smiling. I know I'm a sap, but I bet he would say that those moments were his favourites as well.
We got home from our trip this afternoon, with almost 2 hours of very stressful driving, in the rain, with very slow drivers. The trip was excellent. I must say, nothing went wrong at all. The weather (except for this morning, but we missed most of it) was great - sun shining, warm with a breeze. On Thursday, we went for a long walk around Niagra Falls. It is such a tourist trap. Tourists = stupid people. I need not say any more. (They still continue to find me even outside of Toronto... I must be a magnet). Thursday night, we went to see Pygmalion. I decided not to go with my fur, but rather my black dress that I've only worn like, three times. Almost brand new! And my shoes that nearly killed me. I can't stand heels that are over 2 inches high - they're unnatural. The play was excellent. The acting was amazing, as well. However, people should be taught the proper etiquette for plays and operas (etc). Since there is no such course, I will mention a few key details.
Ok, so that was Thursday. On the way back from the play, we watched as lightening flashed over Niagra Falls (the play was in Niagra-on-the-Lake). It was a beautiful sight. And behind us, as we drove away, someone was setting off firecrackers (we assumed because it was the opening of the Shaw festival).
Friday, we started off the day in Niagra-on-the-Lake, eating lunch at a small restaurant. It was good food. All of the food we ate was good. However, it always seemed that we would be seated right next to a family with small children. I don't mind this of course, I like kids, but every single meal was consumed next to some kid who was screaming, running around the table, or just generally misbehaving. I commented to Chris that it seems to me that they seat us near the kids because, in their eyes, we are kids ourselves. We aren't of course, but that's what older-aged host/hostesses would see us as - kids. Oh well.
We visited the Butterfly Conservatory yesterday, as well. The many varieties of butterflies were all pretty in their own ways. There was one, called the Morpho Butterfly was amazing. The most beautiful colours of green and blue combined. However, it was a traumatizing experience. I know I'm emotional. I realize that. But there was this lady, taking a picture of her two children next to a butterfly, and therefore not looking where she was stepping. She stepped right onto what I think was a Cabbage Butterfly . I watched her to this. I could see it happening before it happened. I felt so horrible. This perfect little life, holding so much beauty and innocence, was destroyed by one stupid movement of a stupid tourist. I understand that these things happen, but it was so amazing to me that a woman who seemed to be interested in these little lives could easily and foolishly take one of them herself. Upon stepping on it, she looked down, saw it on her shoe, and scraped the little butterfly off on the side of a rock. People can be so cruel.
I wanted to stay forever with Chris forever in that garden outside of the Conservatory. It was so perfect, warm. No one was around (minus the tourists, who came and went, and the woman who watched us from a window inside of the building right there). We just basked in the sunlight. Happy.
A 60+ year old woman was the first to go over the falls - in a wooden barrel, no less - and survive.
We went on the Maid of the Mist this morning, before leaving. Very cold, wet, and windy, but a most beautiful sight. I can now imagine what it would be like to look up from under the falls after falling over them. It would be like looking into heaven, literally. The mists that rise from the falls' base look like clouds from underneath. It would be a great first look in a new life that had been touched by a miracle.
But, above all else, I just enjoyed being with Chris. It was nice to be away from school, and work. The moments that I enjoyed the most were the times in which I would look over at Chris at any random moment and see him looking back at me, smiling. I know I'm a sap, but I bet he would say that those moments were his favourites as well.
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