tag:thebrights.ca,2005:/blogs/the-brights-living-loving-and-dreaming?p=2The Brights: Living Loving and Dreaming2018-05-24T00:15:11-04:00The Brightsfalsetag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/42962132016-07-26T21:31:19-04:002017-01-15T22:52:29-05:00Final F&B Report (Saturday & Sunday)Saturday was another hot one, but not quite as bad as the day before. It once again began with early Jasper snuggles in bed, but Don decided to take them for an early morning walk and romp before it got TOO hot out.<br><br>Then they dined on their usual TLC kibble, and we had the usual for breakfast (by this point, we were honestly looking for a little more variety...). There were some adorable twin 3-year-old girls at the next table, and their mom kept apologizing profusely for them, but... dang, for 3-year-olds, they were doing very well, we thought! We had seen them at The Boathouse the night before and been similarly impressed that they were able to behave so well in a restaurant at such a young age.<br><br>Then it was time for a quick romp at the park for the dogs – unfortunately, nobody else was around, but Macie and Jasper chased each other around a little bit, before we had to leave for our last trip to Sunshrine. As usual, we made our last visit a double!<br><br>Amanda and Sabrina greeted us once again, and gave us our "instructions" for the first part – a Seaweed Body Wrap. First, they loofah-d the bejeezus out of us, while we thanked our good senses for using sunscreen all week. Then they coated us in the seaweed masque – a thick and sticky mud-goop – and rolled us each up in our foil wrappers, just like baked potatoes. While we were marinading, we enjoyed the most incredible foot rubs (moans were stifled, but barely...)<br><br>After our hour was up, we shuffled and squoonched off to the shower to de-mud, while they remade the tables for our aromatherapy massages. We came out and assumed the required face-down positions. So it wasn't until Don's massage therapist started working on his back that he realized that Amanda had been swapped out for another RMT (like Sabrina), whose name we later learned was Stef.<br><br>People in the Lakefield area – GO VISIT SABRINA AND STEF AT SUNSHRINE SPA!!!!! They are both freaking amazing, and your entire bodies will thank you profusely. You will moan. After an hour of pure bliss, you will leave feeling like jelly. Incredibly relaxed jelly. With no muscles and no soreness, just wiggly mush.<br><br>As we were leaving, Sabrina warned us to drink lots of water. And that later that night, every glass of hooch would feel like three glasses. Which made us question the logic of booking another 7-course Chef's Tasting Meal with wine pairings at Mount Julian that night... but only a little bit.<br><br>We headed back to Viamede to fill up our water bottles.<br><br>And found a bit of a mess in our cabin. SOMEBODY had gotten in to the wood pile beside the stove, and pretty much destroyed one log and one branch, the remnants of which were strewn all over the floor. Jasper had been eyeing it earlier, but Macie has a history with wood piles, so... we aren't sure if it was Mungojerry or Rumpleteezer... Or could you have sworn that it mightn't be both?<br><br>Thank goodness, along with the totally useless ironing board, the cottage came equipped with a broom and dustbin.<br><br>We grabbed our water bottles and took the vile criminals to the park, where they got to see their friends Luna and Loki again, plus a couple of other dogs whose names we didn't catch. Much romping ensued, although it was still pretty hot, so they wore themselves out earlier than usual. Which was okay by us – we were ready for a nap, ourselves. And water... lots and lots of water.<br><br>Knowing we were about to have 7 (but the equivalent of 7x3) glasses of hooch with dinner, we wisely abstained from the pre-dinner beer and sucked back a little more water, before giving the kids one more walk (and barricading the wood pile).<br><br>We headed off to Mount Julian for dinner! Sasha was our waiter again – she was there solo, and there were only a couple of other tables – and she greeted us warmly and let us choose our own table. She warned us the tasting menu was still within the same cycle as earlier, but she'd done some different wine pairings, and would maybe shake a few things up for us. Plus we remembered to take a few more pictures this time! When Don mentioned we'd forgotten to write down the wines from our first visit, she said she'd put a list together for us and give it to us at the end. She also remembered I was a fish-eating vegetarian. We got the impression both nights that she is VERY good at her job (including the wine pairings – I'm sure that the hardest part of her job, hee hee!)<br><br>She poured us each a glass of a Fume Blanc from Grange of Prince Edward, and brought out the "amuse bouche" – miniature duck egg omelettes on farm radishes, fried smelt on a roasted pepper sauce, and a creamy beef (or tofu) sauce on top of a sesame seed crostini. They were all as good as we remembered, although there was a sweetish sort of powder on the omelettes which we didn't recall from before (but was quite good). Plus it had the same leaf that had been under the soup the last time – when we asked her what it was, she said she didn't know, she thought it was just garnish. Oops... oh well, it tasted good and nobody died. :)<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/c6adecc2edf78f040519b791b38573b16bc13119/medium/img-1712.jpg?1469580782" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br><br>Then she brought out the Heirloom Tomato Gazpacho, which was the same as last time. And... oops, we thought the wine had been paired for the amuse bouche, but... it was supposed to be for the Gazpacho! Never mind, she poured us a new glass with a wink. The soup was just as lovely as the first time, even without eating the leaf. :)<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/18b4a8e544f1c87301d226ddff341fd5a03497c4/medium/img-1713.jpg?1469580782" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br><br>Next up, she poured a Gewurtztraminer from Tawse (Niagara), and brought out the "Peas and Carrots" salad, just as beautiful as the first time! (But sorry, we forgot to take a photo again...)<br><br>Third course was the delicious Great Lakes Pickerel, paired with a Cardonnay from Classon Chase winery (Prince Edward County). It was presented slightly differently from last time, with some beautiful edible flowers they'd found earlier that day. (As Sasha says, "those guys are always foraging, foraging...")<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/ead97d956f7a96f37ff0f08de736d09fd93ed86c/medium/img-1714.jpg?1469580782" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br><br>Some other guests had left, so Sasha cleaned up the corner table and asked us if we'd like to move over and have a better view? We said sure! She then proceeded to move our wine over – Don thought she was stealing it before he'd finished, but fortunately nobody got stabbed and he still got to drink his wine. ;) It was, indeed, a beautiful view. (These pictures don't nearly do it justice, but the colours of the sunset were gorgeous!)<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/00470a8a977036e3fb3c1df81c31f053bced8994/medium/img-1716.jpg?1469580783" class="size_m justify_left border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/da03adb1cdac9bd1abd8ee912875f13b592557a4/medium/img-1715.jpg?1469580782" class="size_m justify_right border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/c4470ef2589b4ca8dff43de5f925585ddf99d33f/medium/img-1717.jpg?1469580782" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br><br>Fourth course was the Viamede Duck, which again was served with a Pinot Noir, but this one was also from Classon Chase. Below is a picture of Don's, which has the slivered duck breast and fois gras – Alyssa's was much the same, but with smoked tofu slivers instead of duck. It was very good again, although parts of the white were still rather raw this time, and we're totally wusses about raw egg whites, so we did our best and hit the rest under our forks. And Sasha said she was at the end of the bottle of Pinot so had given us larger portions, which didn't hurt...<br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/7fdfcc51e9e92d8e10f41150475507d4eab956b1/medium/img-1719.jpg?1469580783" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br><br>Then that delicious Quinoa bread! We had heard her apologize to another table earlier that they were running out of bread and having to ration it out that night, but we seemed to have double servings – so either they had a cancellation, or she just liked us and spoiled us even rottener.<br><br>The deer loin / tofu medallion was paired this time with a Spanish wine (our favourite) from 2006 (our favourite Spanish year), by Antonino Izquierdo. Absolutely delicious, both food and wine!<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/e9f7b1a7e4c14734e59079c6a2f163dcf1ca68c9/medium/img-1723.jpg?1469580783" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br>The cheese course came out – same items, but slightly different presentation, and a few new "forage-ables". It was paired with a delicious Riesling Icewine from Chateau Des Charmes.<br><br>And finally, dessert! She brought out a different dessert option for us this time, a delicious medley of berries and rhubarb with fresh herbs atop a marrow cream (Don's) / duck egg cream (Alyssa's), with maple and chocolate somethingorother.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/66d84a48755555a6ea02d531d387e220970aa145/medium/img-1725.jpg?1469580784" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br><br>This final course was again paired with a beer – Churchkey's "Holy Smoke!" Vanilla & Heather Scotch Ale. Holy Smoke, indeed... <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/7edc852dc5b7c9e643517c127785cae82f4053de/medium/img-1724.jpg?1469580784" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br>I guess we must have made it home. ;)<br><br>We gave the dogs their dinner and another quick walk, and then crashed into bed one last time.<br><br>Don was up before Jasper – it seems everyone had the itch to go home (it's always nice to go home after some time away, isn't it?). A bit of a walk for the dogs, and then the earliest breakfast we'd managed all week (same old same old, yadda yadda yadda). We grabbed a couple of "to go" coffees and went back to pack up. <br><br>While Don was loading everything into the car, Alyssa took the pooches to the park for a romp, to expend some energy before the long drive home. At first there was nobody else there, but then a new dog, a boxer named Max (or Maximilian, if his dad thought he was misbehaving) showed up, and they had great fun. Shortly after that, Luna and Loki came, and the Sheepadoodle Reese. It was crazy time for all of them – the perfect end to the dogs' vacation.<br><br>We'd like to return, but without the dogs, so we can actually have a chance to enjoy some of the other activities and amenities! As I think we mentioned, there is a "Viamede Academy" each weekend starting in the fall, which all look like fun – so maybe we'll round up some friends and see what trouble we can get into. We're not sure we'd do a week-long vacation like this with the dogs again, though. We'd have enjoyed more sleep and relaxation, but I think the dogs would have more enjoyed going to a boarding place where they could play with their pals all day, and not be as restricted with indoor space and leash requirements. Macie was getting rather anxious and acting out a bit by the end of the week. (Jasper would be happy wherever there was food, but she's a bit more upsettable.) And we came home not feeling any more rested than when we'd left. So... next year, we'll probably board them and each enjoy our respective vacations a bit more. We certainly loved the food (other than the monotony of breakfast) and customer service at Viamede, though!<br><br>Hope you F&B fans have enjoyed the 2016 version. 'Til next time!<br>Alyssa & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/42946602016-07-25T21:53:49-04:002017-01-15T22:52:29-05:00F&B Report for Friday – the Dog Days of summerFriday began with Jasper's new sunup routine – although he was a little less excitable this morning, so we were able to get a bit more sleep.<br><br>It was a scorcher of a day, though! The pups got a bit of a pre-breakfast walk, but even at that early hour (early for us, anyhow), they weren't able to go for very long.<br><br>Breakfast? Pretty much the same, but with waffles. Plus the eggs were rather runny for our tastes, not sure why (different cook?).<br><br>We took them to the dog park in the morning, but no other dogs (or humans) were silly enough to be there, so Macie and Jasper chased each other around a tiny bit, but mostly lay down chewing sticks and looking cute. Because they're good at that. :)<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/dacc2b0ac6ca20918d62ed330f7426d69cee5a49/medium/img-1789.jpg?1469494988" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/e1ef3e486587fcb689653c5a0af9ed2ce1d5e1c6/medium/img-1709.jpg?1469495004" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br><br>So, it was back to the cottage for relaxing and reading and drinking lots of water in the air conditioning. Fellow dog-lovers, you must read "The Art of Racing In the Rain" by Garth Stein. Get thee to a bookstore.<br><br>With all that sitting, we obviously needed sustenance, so broke out the J'Adore cheese and ginger beer while the dogs enjoyed some kefir and TLC kibble. Then we headed back to the dog park!<br><br>Fortunately, we were joined by a lovely young couple from London, and their dogs Loki (10-month old Aussie) and Luna (Black Lab / Bernese Mountain Dog cross, 3 years old). All four became fast friends and enjoyed chasing each other around.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/3a0d62c25c7a17e8ba9a7a38a2a2e89a85b8a822/medium/img-1790.jpg?1469496085" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/54dcd1d1e5760b297c7b79d8a89744c8cc3e655b/medium/img-1791.jpg?1469496085" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/b41b783e0405d8a45030018c69f05c5eecc37149/medium/img-1792.jpg?1469496085" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br><br>Thoroughly exhausted (dogs and humans), we left the park for more serious business of napping and reading, and maybe some beer. We had been planning on showers, but... a pipe had burst, so we were without water. There was also a note from Rachel in housekeeping, apologizing that she hadn't washed our dishes (!) because there wasn't any water with which to do so.<br><br>Then it was time for our last dinner at The Boathouse (on the patio, for old time's sake – and definitely not as windy!). Hannah wasn't there – I guess she doesn't work weekends – but there was a whole new crew. Our waiter reminded us very much of our friend Lisa G., for some reason, and she was quite good. We decided to repeat the Italian wine from Verona we'd liked so much before, and opted to share the Romaine Hearts in smoked chili garlic dressing, with buttermilk biscuit croutons and Viamede maple bacon (Don's half). Oh my goodness, that was a super-delicious salad! Don had the Viamede Wings (which looked more like pterodactyl than chicken) in medium (perfect amount of spice), with heirloom carrots and county cider blue cheese dip (hmm, he doesn't usually like blue cheese, but it was gone!). Alyssa had the Stone Baked Flat Bread with herb oil, Cross Winds Farm feta and cider grilled veggies. The perfect portions, and absolutely delicious – but no room for dessert!<br><br>We headed back to feed the dogs their TLC kibble, took them for a bit of a walk (and snuck in a dip at the people-beach, since nobody was around), and then headed back to the cool cottage for maybe a bedtime beverage.The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/42929512016-07-24T20:05:37-04:002017-01-15T22:52:29-05:00F&B Report for ThursdaySlowly catching up...<br><br>We'd used the heat wave as an excuse to run the air conditioner overnight – hoping it would drown out the early sounds of screaming children, and hopefully keep the dogs asleep a little longer. Well, it did drown out the noise of children and squirrels, but the sun still got Jasper up bright and early. And so began a new tradition, which he seemed to like a lot (and it was kind of fun for us too, even if sleep was less than optimum). He got to come up on the bed for cuddles. Both arms around Alyssa's neck, head on her pillow, spooning with Don. Which made him so happy (Jasper, that is), that he kept making excited squeals and rolling on his back for a belly rub before snuggling down again. Still, it was freaking adorable. And we were able to stay in bed until 8:30 that way. And that's why the dear lord invented coffee, so what the heck.<br><br>Breakfast was much of the same, with pancakes being the carb of choice this morning.<br><br>As we were due to go back to <a contents="Sunshrine" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://sunshrine.com" target="_blank">Sunshrine</a> in the afternoon, we figured we'd better wear out the dogs! We headed first to the dog park, which was empty, but they got some really good running in with each other, and had pretty much exhausted themselves. So we figured we'd take them down to the swimming spot. They both waded in amongst the rocks, then chased each other around the small bit of turf and... you guessed it, made a run for it up the path to the other cottages to visit their pals. Swimming privileges blown. Which is really too bad, because the rest of our visit was quite hot, and it would have been good to give them a dunk every once in a while. But the area where the dogs are allowed to swim is very small, filled with big boulders and sharp rocks and then a steep drop off. It wasn't really a safe spot for us to wade in with them, probably not great for their paws either. Plus once on land, there was only a small circle of grass for them to dry off on, before venturing into "forbidden territory". We talked with a bunch of other dog owners who had similar complaints. Some just rebelled and took them to the beach at 5am when nobody was up, but... 5am. It would have been much more "dog friendly" to have a wade-in spot, probably further away from the main grounds, or at least with some fencing around if it was that close. Probably our biggest disappointment for this trip, as we'd really been looking forward to teaching these guys how to swim and letting them embrace their Lab-ness.<br><br>Housekeeping had gotten there earlier than usual, so we could leave the dogs in the cabin without worrying about the crates, at least. We headed back to Lakefield (a very pretty little town, by the way) for massage #2. It was two new people for us – Don had Amanda, and Alyssa had Sabrina. Or should we say SaaahhhhbrinAAAHHHHHHH. Alyssa's shoulders never knew what hit her, and after Sabrina was done with her feet, she was relaxed in ways she hasn't been relaxed in forever. Moaning was curbed, so as not to scare the poor woman.<br><br>We had brought lots of wine and a bit of beer, but with the hot weather, had only opened one bottle of wine but finished all the beer, so... a stop to the Lakefield LCBO was in order! Fortunately, they had a really good selection of local craft beer for us to take back to the fridge.<br><br>We came back to bored puppies, so took them back to the dog park. Charlie and Jake showed up with their dad, human sister and human sister's boyfriend, plus a cool nerf football with a tail that whistles when you throw it in the air. Both dogs and humans were exhausted by the end of that game!<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/17cf9edf7d30d6719db14dea2095328e83c041f7/medium/img-1775.jpg?1469404151" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/1072ee77422a8396fdc36f5060c48fa1aa3a5323/medium/img-1777.jpg?1469404151" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/31778b1ed61cb2af499e5a6ef1e45e696a1b39c4/medium/img-1776.jpg?1469404151" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/ed9605d88c12a46f2ef5284d63038e45010a96b3/medium/img-1778.jpg?1469404151" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/2f54a61b6a5db19f9872cac8a129838d8edd97ad/medium/img-1779.jpg?1469404152" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br>We headed back to the cabin for some water and a wee nap – because we earned it!<br><br>Then it was back to The Boathouse for dinner. Hannah was back, but when we asked if she was having a better day, she beamed and gave a thumbs up – we soon saw it was because she had another two people working tables with her. The skies looked a little threatening, and the wind was strong, but the idea of eating inside during a heatwave was just too much, so we opted for the patio again, but ready to grab our stuff and run if the heavens opened up. Don went for one of the "Kawartha's Finest" specials of the evening, which was a Jerk Pork with a creamy garlic and herb potato salad with local bacon, and the farm's fresh green beans, lightly braised. Alyssa had the Summer Pea Orecchiette pasta, with charred carrot, swiss chard, Grange riesling, peppered chèvre, and, of course, summer peas. We forgot to take pictures until we'd already dug in, but hopefully you can get a good idea from these partially-eaten photos. :)<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/8657c776e6f8b6fd8ce45ef001c73e8c1e84dc89/medium/img-1707.jpg?1469404684" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/7a99886f0d4780a62db26588b617b0bd07ab554e/medium/img-1708.jpg?1469404685" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br>Don managed to finish the whole thing, but as Alyssa got to that crucial bit towards the end, she asked Hannah if there were a small enough box so she could take the rest home for lunch/snack the next day? Hannah said there wasn't a box that small, but she'd been using a trick of sending small portions home in a large "to-go" coffee cup instead, and whisked away the bowl to pack up the leftovers. Sadly, she never came back with them... We were both too full for dessert.<br><br>The skies spit on us only slightly, so we'd stayed on the patio with the other die-hards. The reward for our persistence? A beautiful double rainbow – these photos do not capture it in the least, sadly, it was truly magnificent.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/f9022bc69c7cb57d7ef77387d5248ad390cc998f/medium/img-1780.jpg?1469404938" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/7cef18d59f977868069c5e0ccab9e43c76076fab/medium/img-1781.jpg?1469404938" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br>Back to the cabin, and a nice walk with the pooches, before the bugs drove us inside. But we had a chance to sample some of the new beers before conking out to the sound of the air conditioner.The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/42920422016-07-23T17:17:06-04:002017-01-15T22:52:29-05:00F&B Report - Wednesday, continuedSorry we aren't keeping up to date with this – a combination of being busy, plus the internet being rather intermittent.<br><br>While the dogs napped on Wednesday afternoon, we enjoyed half a maple butter tart each (left over from our BBQ the night before). There was no way we could finish the whole thing, as it was both large and sweet. Plus Don doesn't like raisins in his desserts, so Alyssa gets a whole butter tart to savour by herself sometime later. :) We may or may not have washed it down with a ginger beer. I can't even remember, we're so far behind, but... probably a ginger beer was involved.<br><br>We took them to the park again for some play-time, although the pretty much had the place to themselves at that hour.<br><br>We didn't even bother putting the Houdini twins in the crate when we went to dinner. Macie has been staying in hers, but it didn't quite seem fair to leave her in and have her brother taunt her, so we just closed the blinds to the sliding door (so they wouldn't see all the squirrels go by), and left them to it. The cabin is small enough, there wasn't too much for them to get in trouble with, anyhow...<br><br>Back to the Boathouse, where our waiter Hannah was back – unfortunately, she was the only one on staff that night, and it was a pretty packed restaurant. Hopefully everyone was kind to her, but she seemed on the verge of tears a couple of times. We grabbed a table outside again, although it (understandably) took her a while to get to us to bus the table and get our drink orders. There were lots of friendly folks surrounding us, though, so we had some nice chats.<br><br>For the wine, we opted for an Italian red – we totally forget the name, but it's from Verona, and the label is a picture of the Romeo & Juliet wall (filled with love note graffiti). It was quite tasty. Don opted for the Primal Cuts 8oz Saints Sausage, with maple wild leeks, Whole Hog mustard and lovage onions. He loved it, especially the mustard. As a side, he got the sweet potato fries (Alyssa may have stolen a few). Alyssa had the Fish & Chips, which were 4 pieces of breaded lake perch (not greasy at all) with citrus chive aioli and house-cut fries. Hannah even brought a bottle of malt vinegar without being asked, so... bonus points! :)<br><br>The bugs were getting a little nasty, so we headed inside once our main course was done (and yes, we each finished the whole thing). Alyssa was too full to consider dessert, but Don went for the Sundae again. We aren't sure if it was a thank-you for being so patient, or just a different person in charge that night, but this Sundae was MUCH bigger than the first, and with lots more cookie pieces. Alyssa may have had to help with a few spoonfuls, martyr that she is...<br><br>On our way back to the cottage, we again got to look at the beautiful full (or nearly-full) moon reflected on the lake.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/25e0e9d5e446be670866fb69aede4b15ee4d125f/medium/img-1774.jpg?1469305766" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br><br>The pups noshed on TLC kibble with rice and chicken, and had a nice walk around the property before it was time for bedtime beer & biscuits.<br><br>Since this is only a half-day post, now would probably be a good time to tell you all about the activities and amenities on the property. We haven't been able to take advantage of much of it, with the Houdini twins, but perhaps we'll come back without them sometime and see what we missed! As previously mentioned in the tales of Macie and Jasper, there are 6km of off-leash trails and a working farm (totally free-range) on the property. Plus the dog park and swimming area, of course. There are also boats (canoes and kayaks) available down at the beach, plus an area where fishing poles and bait are left for anyone who would like to use them. There's a great workout room for those who feel like punishing themselves on a holiday, an indoor pool and an outdoor pool. There's also an activities centre, which has various games and crafts throughout the day. Should you not like to sleep on your holiday, you can sign up for a 6am fishing trip with the owner. Every morning at 11:00 there's an outdoor activity schedule for those who wish to join in – a guided hike on the trails, or foraging lessons, or a guided paddle around the lake, etc. At 1pm each day, there's a social hour with the staff – lemonade or ice cream or other kid-friendly ingestibles – and at 2pm there are various water games scheduled. In the afternoons, there are also wine or beer tastings, or bartending classes available for the adult crowd. And every day at 4:00 you can go on a guided tour of the farm, help round up the animals and feed them. A couple of times a week, there's a pizza dinner for the kids, and every night there's either a movie under the stars or a campfire. So nobody can complain they're bored!<br><br>Starting in the fall, they're also going to be offering the "<a contents="Viamede Academy" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://viamede.com/whats-on/viamede-academy/" target="_blank">Viamede Academy</a>", which looks like a lot of fun (Ali? Lisa? Paul?) Depending on the weekend you choose, you can take a workshop in The School of (Un)Necessary Skills for Distinguished Ladies & Gentlemen of the 21st Century (looks like a hoot!), The Gathering Preparatory College (various culinary workshops), The International Institute of Experimental Artistry (all sorts of different arts and crafts workshops), or The Habitat for Budding Flora Experts and Born Fauna Enthusiasts. Sounds like a great way to get into trouble with good friends. :)<br><br>Internet-willing, we'll try to get Thursday's report up soon!<br><br>xo<br>A&DThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/42871102016-07-20T16:09:15-04:002017-01-15T22:52:29-05:00F&B Days 2&3, with Jasper-Boy and Sweet MacIE (okay, you have to work on the accent...)Hi everyone!<br><br>Sorry for missing a day. We've kind of enjoyed not being able to be on the internet, and totally blanked on yesterday's F&B report. So today, you get two for the price of one. Which, technically, means you get two for free instead of one for free, BECAUSE WE'RE THAT GENEROUS.<br><br>A wonderful power-nap on Monday afternoon (even the dogs), and then the pooches had a late lunch (we were still too full from breakfast to contemplate food) and we headed back to the dog swim area. They had a good time splashing around, but then made a break for it up the path to the other cottages. We finally caught up to them outside their Golden buddies Charlie & Jake's cottage, because their humans had been throwing popcorn for the chipmunks. (Macie and Jasper gave their absolute best chipmunk imitations, though!). We tried the swimming hole again, but this time with Alyssa physically blocking the path. Which worked for a while, but then they ran up the rocky ledge on the other side, towards the neighbouring private property. So much for the swim hole...<br><br>Note to self: wear them out in the dog park before going to the swim hole, so they're less likely to go for a run.<br><br>We finally caught them both, and headed to the dog park, since running seemed to be more their thing than swimming at that point. They had the place to themselves for a while, chasing each other and fetching (in the loosest sense of the word) their frisbee and ring. Then Charlie and Jake came around, plus Milo, another yellow Lab pup who's 1 month younger and 10 pounds lighter than Jasper. He was a little intimidated by all these big dogs! After a while, he would come for a sniff, but then would jump back to hang out with his mom. He did seem to want to join in the fun, and wanted the other dogs to chase him, but then freaked out when they chased him. Poor guy.<br><br>We headed back to our cabin to split a Crabbie's Ginger Beer (mmm... so nice on a hot day!) and get a bit of reading done. Then popped the kids in their crates (don't get ahead of us, now...) and headed to the other restaurant on-site, the Boathouse Pub.<br><br>As we walked in, we got a little wary – it seemed kind of greasy-spoon, and there were a couple of tables with young kids. We didn't realize it until later, but both of us balked and thought of going to the other restaurant instead (but it's the same menu all week, and we'd probably have to sell a kidney or two in order to afford too many nights there). We picked a table on the patio, mostly to avoid the noisy kids (who, to be fair, weren't obnoxious or anything, we're just used to childless meals when eating out – mostly because we usually eat at crazy-late hours). <br><br>Our waiter came up and asked us what we'd like to drink, and Don asked what their wine selection was? She opened the menu to read it to us, struggling with the "Cabernet Save... Soove... oh Cabernet Something, I haven't got a clue." And then we balked some more. But ordered the Cabernet I-Don't-Have-A-Clue, from California, snootily expecting it to taste like grape juice.<br><br>We were each feeling a little restaurant-snobby, and worried that we were about to be slumming it.<br><br>Well, world: WE ARE SNOBBY ASSHOLES. Because our first impressions were very wrong. It was a fabulous dinner, enhanced by a beautiful sunset, followed by a gorgeous full moon over the lake, and a very sweet waiter who may not know her wine, but knows customer service. Lesson learned. Flogging completed.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/8830518bc05aaffa41bc0f50f23e20a48075c142/medium/img-1763.jpg?1469040294" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/e93cf948cced39b62ea012747cb7187e8edb4fc5/medium/img-1762.jpg?1469040293" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br>The Cabernet Sauvignon (Seven somethingorother 2014 from California) was quite delicious. We skipped appetizers, but there were some tasty-looking items on the menu – which we'll likely try later in the week. Don's main course was the Ontario Steak and Chips – seared bavette steak, triple cooked chips, arugula and red wine mushroom jam. It was REALLY GOOD – perfectly cooked and the chips (more like wedges) had a nice flavour to them, plus they were super-crispy on the outside.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/a11b89dd746ba497dcc0cf2bdfffa15b9c1ee011/medium/img-1697.jpg?1469040722" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br><br>Alyssa opted for the Manitoulin Organic Trout – served on a bed of toasted quinoa, with candy beets, spinach and topped with a maple olive tapenade. The trout was almost as rich and juicy as a salmon, and beautifully seasoned and seared. All the flavours mixed together beautifully. We both ate the whole damned thing.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/ae293ae3673f1ccf73d95ada556392c3002b0705/medium/img-1761.jpg?1469040292" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br>It was getting a little chilly (and a bit buggy), so after gazing fondly at the moon, we brought the rest of our wine inside – where we were the only people left, other than our waiter and the kitchen staff.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/e5e7fe3e4f11aae9dcc478d6fa8f83be61da6d96/medium/img-1764.jpg?1469040296" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br>They basically forced dessert on us (just kidding). Alyssa (who almost never has dessert) went for the Maple Chocolate Custard Tart, with chocolate espresso beans and wild berry preserve. It wasn't too sweet, and she managed to eat the whole thing. Don opted for the Boathouse Sundae (without cherries), which included local chocolate, vanilla & strawberry ice cream, maple and cookie. (Unsurprisingly, he ate the whole thing too.)<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/55208922e3eca9a0e0ca520f9faa076a2343ffd6/medium/img-1698.jpg?1469040730" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br><br>We waddled back to our cabin, where Macie – the good dog – was still in her crate. But Jasper had escaped his again, AND knocked the ironing board down, blocking the door and spilling his water bowl everywhere. (Seriously, who the heck does IRONING on a cottage vacation, anyhow?!?!?) Le sigh...<br><br>They dined on TLC kibble, pumpkin, rice and chicken, before some play time (while the humans shared a bed-time beer) and a quick walk.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/37ef2ea6e56424c823ee2b0632b5357805d78572/medium/img-1767.jpg?1469040297" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br><br>We were awakened at about 5:30 by a bored puppy. Yes, the same one who escapes his crate. Yes, we still love him. Don finally gave up about 7:00 and took them for a walk around one of the trails. Without his phone. Without telling Alyssa where he was going. So it's a very good thing that he didn't fall on those sharp tree stumps he saw, and they didn't get attacked by the resident turkeys. Both of those were actual possibilities, and not just Alyssa catastrophizing. To get to the trail entrance, they had to walk past the farm, where there are a bunch of free-range turkeys. When they first saw them, the dogs got all look-at-me-I-can-bark-at-a-turkey, but once they'd caught their attention, all the turkeys decided to follow them around to check out the loud-mouths. Tails between legs, furtive glances back as they pulled Don forward (too bad he wasn't on skis, it could have been fun...). Finally, the farmer said something to the turkeys (probably "breakfast"), and they all went back to the farm, while Don and the pups walked the 3km trail and Alyssa had some really strange dreams.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/f264d11fd99f164eb0e8b9aa5777a856226c4252/medium/img-1703.jpg?1469040738" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br><br>After a puppy breakfast of TLC kibble, the kids got locked in their crates again while the adult (?) humans headed to the dining room for breakfast. It was mostly the same options for us, with a waffle instead of a pancake for Lyssy, and cinnamon rolls instead of croissants. It was much busier this day, but we still got a table on the porch. And we still ate more than a person needs to eat.<br><br>And Jasper had still broken out of his crate when we returned.<br><br>Back to the dog park, it was Charlie and Jake, plus a Sheepadoodle (or some sort of doodle) named Reese. They all had a great romp together, although Charlie and Jake still don't like Jasper too much.<br><br>After they were worn out, we sent the dogs back to their crates (yeah, yeah...) and headed into Lakefield for our first massages of the holiday. When we'd booked, the woman at the Viamede desk had recommended Sunshrine, and it's a great spot. It's inside what looks to be an old bank, but they've got quite the hair salon and day spa going on in there! We filled out our forms and then Erin and Megan led us upstairs to the massage room. It's a gorgeous room with a sitting area and fireplace and its own bathroom, and beautiful decor. Which we mostly didn't see, because we were face down on the massage tables, but it was beautiful when we could see it. We had a nice and relaxing hour – super relaxing for Don, who might have been heard snoring a few times... We felt fabulous, and smelled good too. :)<br><br>When paying, Don asked the woman at the front desk if there was anywhere in town that sold athletic footwear, since he wanted to get a better grip on the rocks when the pups were in the lake. She said the nearest sports place was in Bobcaygeon, but we might want to try the bathing suit store next door. Sure enough, they had exactly the booties he was asking about, so we each got a pair (for much cheaper than we'd expected, too).<br><br>We came home to a note on the door from housekeeping, saying they had been unable to service our cottage, due to a pet being loose. Sure enough, Jasper the evil genius had gotten out again. They enjoyed a lunch of TLC kibble, with yogurt and probiotics.<br><br>We headed back to the dog park, where Milo was waiting. This time, he became MUCH more confident, and has become a good play buddy. It was also easier to tell them apart, since his mom had put a red collar on him. Charlie and Jake showed up a little later, too, so they were all pretty exhausted by the end of the afternoon.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/7e3c77de559a05590c5be817a3a87fb6af2cf5fe/medium/img-1772.jpg?1469040300" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br><br>We hadn't been quite as greedy at breakfast, so had room after the dog park to try some of the cheese we'd brought from J'Adore – a smoked cheddar, a goat cheese brie, and some delicious blue. We tried to control ourselves, because they were delicious as always. Followed by ginger beer and books, and another walk with the pooches<br><br>For dinner, we had decided to order "Room Service" – which is really ordering a picnic you can barbecue on your porch (they're all equipped with propane barbecues). You order what you want to make at least four hours before you want to get it, and then you pick up your cooler bag at the front desk when it's ready. Sounded like a fun idea to try!<br><br>We thought we'd keep it simple and just do a burger night. We opened a bottle of Baron De Ley Rioja, which we'd brought with us, although enjoyed some nice beers from Black Creek while the barbecuing happened. Don opted for the Black Angus Prime Rib Burger, and Alyssa for the Vegan Burger. They were advertised to come with "all the fixings", and they were... if by "all the fixings", you just like a slice of tomato and piece of lettuce. No condiments or anything. So... a little disappointing in that department. But we'd also ordered a Caesar salad for two, so spread some of the dressing on the buns to keep them moist, and they tasted just fine. We'd also ordered the wild mushrooms with herbs and shallots in garlic oil. These were quite tasty, although our BBQ / kitchen wasn't equipped with a veggie basket, so we basically cooked them in the aluminum take-out dish, which was a little tricky and didn't get that nice grilled flavour. Also, we had no salad bowl in our kitchen, so mixed and served it out of a soup pot – note to anyone considering using the kitchen for meals, you might want to bring your own stuff, other than the absolute basics. We had ordered one maple butter tart and one order of ice cream, but somehow ended up with two tarts. We were too full to eat those, anyhow (guess what we're having for lunch?). So... it was a fun experiment, but without the proper utensils, etc., we're going to forego doing it again on Thursday (which was our original plan) and just hang out at the pub.<br><br>The dogs got their TLC kibble with chicken and rice (no pumpkin, because we'd finished it). After dinner, we took the dogs for a walk around the property, and as there was nobody at the human beach, let them wade in under cover of darkness. Until they ran away again. Le sigh... but their recall wasn't bad, for a couple of brainless puppies.<br><br>We tried to stay up reading, but Alyssa fell asleep mid-chapter and Don wasn't far behind.<br><br>We woke at 6:30 to the sounds of screeching children, and reminded ourselves that perhaps a less family-oriented resort would be preferable next time. The dogs punctuated the screeching with their own barks, so the children's parents probably reminded themselves to go to a dog-free resort next time. They wouldn't go back to sleep (the kids or the dogs), so Don took the pooches for a walk around the property, and then we were able to get a bit more sleep after that. Until they discovered the squirrels...<br><br>Breakfast this morning was more of the same types of options, with chocolate chip pancakes being Alyssa's undoing. We grabbed a couple of to-go coffees and returned to Macie and Houdini in the cabin. (Seriously, we'll just write if he ever DOESN'T escape from his crate from now on, because it's getting silly...)<br><br>With books in hand and frisbees in knapsack, we headed to the dog park. Where we were determined to stay until Housekeeping had had a chance to clean our cabin, because we were perilously close to running out of toilet paper. We spent a few hours there (with much of that time seeing the dogs napping in the shade), but didn't get the pleasure of any other doggies' company. But we did see the housekeeping truck go by, so figured it was safe to head back to the cabin.<br><br>Sure enough, there was a note from Jack (who also works the breakfast shift, because he's a multi-tasker) saying he'd been able to get in and leave the new toilet paper and a few extra packets of coffee (we'd left a note for him asking him to leave it on the Muskoka chairs if Jasper was loose), and he hoped we were having a great day. He'd also washed a bunch of our dirty dishes, which was totally above and beyond, in our opinion. (And much appreciated.)<br><br>The pooches have been in a coma ever since, which is kind of surprising, because they're overdue for lunch. And we have some maple butter tarts to enjoy!<br><br>Happy Wednesday, everyone,<br>A&D<br> The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/42838662016-07-18T19:08:31-04:002017-01-15T22:52:29-05:00Anniversary 2016 – F&B report #1<p>Happy Anniversary to us! </p>
<p>[First off, the only reliable internet access we have here is up at the main lodge, so don't expect to have us respond to comments or otherwise communicate much this week. We’ll do our best to get timely F&B reports out, though! Also, the photos are low-res, because... a girl only has so much time.] </p>
<p>After a sleep-in and last-minute pack by Alyssa (who had closing night for Faust followed by the after-party followed by laundry the night before), we packed the car and the dogs and headed to our new vacation destination, the <a contents="Viamede" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.viamede.com" target="_blank">Viamede</a> resort.</p>
<p>(For those of you still wondering why we’re not heading to Sir Sam’s this year, catch up <a contents="here" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://thebrights.ca/journal/blog/and-finally-the-rant-aka-the-tragic-end-to-the-once-beautiful-love-story" target="_blank">here</a>.)<br><br>It was a long drive, but the pooches were pros, on this first long journey for both of them (short of coming home from the breeder). </p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/5aa8ef09ab9ce9af4244fc6c76a4d30f2b08e122/medium/img-1751.jpg?1468881760" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br>We found the resort without a hitch, checked in at the main reception, and then drove to our little cottage. It’s a bit smaller than we were expecting — we had originally booked a one-bedroom, but then had to switch dates due to Alyssa getting hired for the show, so think we ended up with a studio cottage instead — but perfectly comfortable, with a small kitchen, sitting area, and patio with barbecue. It’s also the closest cottage to the fenced-in dog run, and we just have to walk down the hill to the dog swimming area. We’ve also got a great view of the lake from two sides, and a lovely breeze sweeping through. They had also been kind enough to leave us a bottle of wine, and two small packages of dog biscuits as a welcome (oh, they know us, they know us!). </p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/6bb816c64ffaba57ba37484b930e09b5249d31d0/medium/img-1756.jpg?1468881804" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/72c328e000e8f10b65e41c33c3e3585b484a9b90/medium/img-1758.jpg?1468881849" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/406763c5ddc83b524caa7ff17b592a23d16101cd/medium/img-1757.jpg?1468881817" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br><br>Viamede resort is, of course, a dog-friendly resort, and has a focus on local foods (they even have their own farm) and sustainability. The owner will give $10 to the Golden Retriever Rescue for every dog who comes to stay, or $20 if the dog is a Golden, or $100 if the dog is one of their rescue Goldens (rescued from Turkey). There are 6km of off-leash trail, plus the dog run and a dog swimming spot. They’ll also give you bowls, beds, etc., if you’ve forgotten anything. </p>
<p>After 2-1/2 hours in the car, the dogs were ready to romp, so after we fed them a very late lunch (yogurt and probiotics, followed by TLC dog kibble, for you F&B fans), we took them to the dog run with frisbee and chuck-it, to try and expend some energy. </p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/f9ebb602e72fb0374fee359adf6ee1e752ec51ee/medium/img-1755.jpg?1468881795" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/7bea8a374262c048b6c7a00d3e5ca2eb1cbc133d/medium/img-1753.jpg?1468881784" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br><br>Then we brought them down to the doggie swim area. Despite spending the last two weeks climbing up and down scaffolding, Alyssa is still not too confident going down rocky terrain, and when the now-50-pound Jasper made a lunge for it, she couldn’t hold on to him and her balance at the same time, so he got to the water first. Macie waded in before Don could get her leash off, but we coaxed her back to shore and released them both from their “chains”. The “dog beach” is not beach like at all, so there’s not really a way for us to wade in — there are rocks and then the deep. So we decided to head back up to the cabin, so Don could get changed into his swimsuit (the vet had warned us that not all Labs know how to swim, so we should be prepared to go in with them the first time). Of course, they decided to run up the hill and PAST our cottage, making a break for freedom down the roadway to the other cottages. Gaahhh. They finally realized we were calling, and came back. Don got changed and we headed back down the hill to the doggie swimming spot. </p>
<p>After a bit of wading around on the point, Macie gained the confidence to swim off the end of the rocks by herself. A few tentative steps on the rocks for Jasper, and then he suddenly committed, and did a flying leap into the deep part. Fortunately, he floated and swam back beautifully. So they have now both had their first (voluntary) swims, and seemed to like it. In fact, they were so proud of themselves, that they chased each other round and round the grassy area for a while (getting rid of adrenaline rush, we’re assuming) and then… yes… ran out of the off-leash area and up the path along the shore. They went so quickly we couldn’t see where they’d gone. But then the sweet smell of barbecue reached us and, sure enough, they had adopted themselves a new family, who were having a picnic dinner outside their cottage. </p>
<p>Egads, we’re going to get ourselves kicked out of this place in less than a day… </p>
<p>We brought them back to the swimming place, and they did a bit more swimming and a lot more running around (they were better about staying in the area, once we showed them all the treats we had with us). This time, when it was time to go up the hill, we attached them to their leashes. :) <br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/401d0f8a62df9b87b872e6c4d4d21b3a620c932f/medium/img-1760.jpg?1468881882" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/bdb11ca3b1cb8673cea3a636b32bb76d134ffd0d/medium/img-1759.jpg?1468881868" class="size_m justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>We got dressed for dinner, put their travel crates together, and popped them in with a couple of new toys and some frozen bones, as we walked down the road to Mount Julian, the resort’s fine dining restaurant, because heck, it’s our sixth anniversary, and we’re worth some fine dining. :) </p>
<p>They offer a 5-, 7- or 9-course chef’s tasting menu (or you can order a la carte). We opted for the 7-course menu, and added the wine pairing. Because heck, we’re worth some fine wine! Don mentioned it was our anniversary, and asked if they might have any champagne? The waiter came back with a bottle of Prosecco, and said it was on the house. Now that’s a way to welcome new guests! </p>
<p>We should have gone in with pen and paper, because we’re sure we’re forgetting some of the ingredients. But many of them were from the Viamede farm, or sourced locally, including the wines. And we’re definitely forgetting the exact wines… but they were all delicious! Don doesn’t even care for white wine, but thoroughly enjoyed these whites as well. </p>
<p>They first brought out an amuse bouche board, with two mini duck egg omelettes served on a sliced radish, two fried smelts on a roasted pepper sauce, and a beef sauce for Don / tofu sauce for Alyssa on a biscuit. (The sauce was on a biscuit, not Alyssa). </p>
<p>First course was an Heirloom Tomato Gazpacho. First they brought out bowls on an edible leaf of some sort (almost looked like a small maple leaf, with a bit of a spicy taste) filled with a “nest” of red pepper threads, a dollop of sherry jelly, basil, and oregano flowers. Then they poured the cold broth over top. It was paired with… a white of some sort, from… we think the Niagara region (pen and paper next time!). A faint bit of cooing could be heard from the estrogen side of the table. </p>
<p>Second course was “Peas and Carrots” salad. It was a line of creamy goat cheese, topped with chopped sweet snap peas, carrot pearls, toasted peanuts, grilled radicchio, and organic greens, topped with a carrot cider vinaigrette. The peas and carrots were like eating candy, contrasting beautifully with the tart cider and cheese. This was paired with a Riesling from Beamsville (Niagara Region). The cooing got more noticeable. </p>
<p>Third course was Great Lakes Pickerel — a grilled pickerel served atop baby kale, Tokyo turnip and Jarrod’s radish (beautiful colours!), and topped with “Sumac Champagne Gastrique”. This was paired with… damn, another white, maybe a Cabernet (?) from California. More cooing. Sadly, this is the only photo we managed to take, since we felt a bit obnoxious. </p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/086cb6d30cd4a851bf83c29ab76bdf7a7b5d22ec/medium/img-1692.jpg?1468881717" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br>Fourth course was the Viamede Duck — which had a meatatarian version for Don and a vegetarian version for Alyssa. Both featured a poached Indian Runner duck egg, with burnt orange and butter lettuce. Don’s included a slice of cured duck breast and foie gras. This was paired with a pinot noir, also from Beamsville (30 Bench, which we remember because we’ve visited it before). Duck eggs have a much richer, creamier texture than chicken eggs, it was almost like eating butter, but with a (pleasantly) stronger, richer flavour. Coo coo coo. </p>
<p>They then brought out a fabulous (still-warm) quinoa bread, with wild leek butter, rose cherry gastrique, and douglas fir bean purée. You know, in case we needed some extra stuffing. ;) </p>
<p>Our fifth course also came in two versions. Don’s was a large medallion of red deer loin, served with Mclean’s beans, charcoal tomato and maple smoked potato, atop a bed of pickled onion and topped with Black Prince Cabernet Franc jus. Alyssa’s was almost the same, except her protein was a medallion of tofu that had been marinated in Cabernet and coffee. This was paired with… it might have been a Cabernet Sauvignon, but… lack of pen and paper combined with five glasses of wine and two of prosecco, sorry! Suffice it to say that cooing gave way to moans. </p>
<p>Sixth course was a cheese plate, with sheep milk cheese from the Mariposa Dairy in Lindsay, wild leeks and buzzword honey, with a nest of hibiscus kasha topped with a honey comb. This was paired with a lovely glass of port. The mix of flavours was pure artistry. More moaning. </p>
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/c91f9930f41e4c2f185e8a33060b837d79c8c104/small/img-1695.jpg?1468881717" class="size_s justify_center border_" /><br>And finally, the seventh course was a Black Forest Plate, with Niagara cherries, dark chocolate creme, rosewood mead, frozen honey milk, and cherry cream. This course was paired with beer — a delicious chocolate porter from… somewhere in Ontario. More moaning ensued. Although we weren’t stuffed to the point of being in pain, because the entire meal had been about 2-1/2 hours of gastronomic bliss. We could not, however, manage to ingest any tea or coffee, because we would definitely have crossed the line if anything else had touched our lips… </p>
<p>We walked / staggered back to our cottage, only to discover that both dogs had managed to escape their respective crates. Jasper through the top (we had kind of expected the velcro to give way there), and Macie, somehow, through the zippered door. They welcomed us home, and hadn’t destroyed anything. So we fed them their TLC kibble topped with a bit of pumpkin purée and chicken (because it's vacation!), served in a dish of metal, paired with fine tap water from the well, served in a blue dish with rubber bumpers. Then they got a bit of a walk, to eliminate both energy and… other stuff. And we all fell asleep to the sound of the lake waves and blowing wind. </p>
<p>The curtains here aren’t as good as the thick blinds at home, so “the kids” started to fuss at sunrise. Macie whined at the birds and chipmunks, and Jasper somehow managed to get himself stuck under the bed, where he whined to be rescued. We tolerated this (barely!) until a little after 7:00, when Don lifted the bed and Alyssa dragged Jasper out. He then kindly took the dogs for a long walk, so Alyssa could catch up on some of the sleep she’s been missing the last few weeks. After tuckering them out, all four of us got a few more zzz’s before the canines realized it was almost breakfast time. </p>
<p>The pooches dined on TLC dog kibble, paired with some more of that excellent tap water. Then it was back into their crates (Alyssa made sure the zipper was fully zipped on Macie’s, and tightened the roof and secured the velcro on Jasper’s… but you see where this is going, right?), while the humans went down to the main lodge for breakfast. </p>
<p>Breakfast is served in the dining room buffet-style, and you just seat yourselves. We chose a table on the screened-in porch (we had to steal place settings from another table), and hit the buffet. There’s lots of hot and cold to choose from. We might have gone a little crazy — even Alyssa, who rarely eats breakfast at home. Roasted tomatoes (A only), potatoes, scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage (D only), pancakes (A only), fresh croissants, fruit… I think the only thing we didn’t do was toast, yogurt and granola. It’s 2:00 right now, and we’re still full. </p>
<p>After breakfast, we went back to the cottage where, sure enough, the dogs had both pulled their Houdini tricks. We have no idea how Macie got the zipper undone from the inside, but… ta-daa! They were both out. This may not bode well for tomorrow’s trip to Lakefield…</p>
<p>We grabbed our books, their toys and water, and headed back to the dog park. There, they met some new friends (who didn’t like Jasper too much at first, but eventually warmed up), two Goldens named Charlie and Jake. Much romping was had, while we chatted with their humans. They are currently passed out on the cabin floor, and we’re about to pass out on the bed. Nap time!!!<br><br>[This was finally posted after nap and more romping... which we shall update tomorrow.]</p>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/38056922015-08-05T22:11:46-04:002015-08-24T14:50:14-04:00Follow-up to The RantWow. A number of people have been in touch with us since we published <a contents="The Rant" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://thebrights.ca/journal/blog/and-finally-the-rant-aka-the-tragic-end-to-the-once-beautiful-love-story" target="_blank">The Rant</a> about our awful experience at Sir Sam's Inn last month!<br><br>(Just to avoid confusion or cross-contamination, I wish to point out that Sir Sam's Inn is a totally separate entity from Sir Sam's Ski & Bike – that Sir Sam's is run by a wonderful family, who founded both establishments 50 years ago, but then sold the Inn part to James Orr 37 years ago, who in turn sold it to Ryan two years ago. The other Sir Sam's is still doing great and is very customer-friendly and family oriented and apparently much appreciated by locals).<br><br>Former guests, present and former staff members, and Haliburton locals have been sharing their stories of what's been going on at the Inn, and it's breaking our hearts. I will not share anything that is single-source, or which could identify any of the people sharing with us, because... well, keep reading for that one. But friends of ours who had visited last year (on our recommendation) lamented watching two occasions in which Ryan was screaming at staff members while they tried to quietly enjoy their breakfast. Other guests we don't know have said they've had similar disappointments in the past year, and are pooling resources to find our next "home away from home" with all that we loved about Sir Sam's before. We've heard of staff being terminated without warning, abusive treatment of staff, and one former worker who described in detail the after-effects of working there, which read like a case study in post-traumatic stress (and we're well-acquainted with the effects of trauma, as anyone who knows us is already aware). It's devastating. Our troubles last month seem to be the very least of it all.<br><br>So... at least we know we weren't over-reacting.<br><br>We have also had a number of offers from other establishments in the area, inviting us to come for complimentary visits, so they can prove to us that there are still good Hospitality folks in the Haliburton area. Total strangers are offering to provide us with free awesome customer service, while the KaCHING boys do... what...?!?<br><br>Ha ha, let me tell you what. (If I hadn't experienced this first-hand, I would think I was making this all up, but this is just TOO CRAZY to actually make up.)<br><br>The day after The Rant was posted, we got a phone call from Ryan. Now, those of you still giving him the benefit of the doubt are probably thinking he was calling to apologize for his rude behaviour, and/or our horrible day at his Inn, and to try and make things right, aren't you? <br><br>Ahem: have you not learned anything about this man?!? <br><br>Nope. No apology, no trying to fix things, no remorse, no contrition, no humility (although he did tell us "I am a humble man, I am a very humble man" a few times... methinks he needeth a dictionary).<br><br>Why did he call us, then?<br><br>BECAUSE HE WANTED TO GIVE US "HIS SIDE OF THE STORY".<br><br>Yes, apparently in his mind there is a "side" to being rude and disrespectful to your paying customers. A "SIDE". He didn't give an iota of a crap about the comfort or well-being of his providers-of-KaCHING, he wanted to argue "his side of the story." ARE YOU F&#*ING KIDDING ME?!?!?<br><br>Yeah, that really convinced us that customer service and hospitality are alive and well at Sir Sam's Inn and Water Spa, yessirreee.<br><br>Ahh-May-ZING<br><br>Total strangers who had nothing to do with the KaCHING incident are apologizing and bending over backwards to make it up to us, while one of the two perpetrators is AWOL and the other is trying to justify the whole situation.<br><br>Sweet mother of milky-white pearl.<br><br>Never fear, my darlings, he got an earful. Here's the bulk of it:<br> <div style="margin-left: 2em;">
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<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica;"> What possible side of the story is there to your behaviour and attitude? Do you actually think there is a way to explain away “KaCHING!” that somehow makes it justified?!?</div>
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<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica;"> Once again: when you get caught behaving badly in front of your paying guests, <b>YOU APOLOGIZE AND TRY TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT</b>. You don’t try to prove you were right (do you truly not understand just how wrong that behaviour was?!?), you try to make things right. You might have had a sliver of a chance, with an appropriate response, but… you’ve dug yourself even further into your own grave with the most inappropriate response.</div>
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<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica;"> Since posting that blog entry, we have had your fellow innkeepers contact us, offering us visits at their inn in order to prove that there are still good places left – <b>total strangers</b> are trying to make things right for us, while you are trying to prove your side of the story (while essentially proving ours). Meanwhile, your very phone message solidifies everything we found disagreeable about the two of you in the first place. You and Kyle apparently make the perfect partners, but we’re not going to be the only customers you’ve lost (and I know we aren’t already, based on other former guests who have contacted us) as long as you insist it’s all about you, and not your guests or your inn.</div>
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<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica;"> Once again: <b>being in Hospitality means it’s not all about you, it’s about the people paying you to provide them with… HOSPITALITY</b>.</div>
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<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica;"> We are absolutely infuriated at how the people we’ve grown to care about over the past six years have been treated, and how our “home-away-from-home” (as we called it when we first arrived last week) has become such a tragic disaster.</div>
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<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica;"> We’ve witnessed “your side” first hand, never fear. And we are heartbroken to hear of all the others who have as well. Sir Sam’s Inn was a true gem, and we will not be returning until we have reason to believe that the Inn, its guests and staff are all treated with the respect we all deserve. We pray that James Orr’s legacy has not been buried forever.</div>
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<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica;"> I repeat: we have no desire to provide you with any more “KaCHING!” We grieve what you have destroyed, but know we will find both the people and the service we’ve previously enjoyed at Sir Sam’s elsewhere. As we also had to endure you declaring on Saturday evening: ChaCHUNG.</div>
</div><br>*****<br><br>So after that response, you'd think "the team" might have learned something. You'd really think that after being faced with the natural consequences of their atrocious behaviour, they would sit back and contemplate where things might have gone wrong, in order to show us and themselves and the world that Sir Sam's was better than all that. That they were capable of learning and growing and applying life's lessons to make the world a better place. But...<br><br>OK, even the Pollyannas among you probably see that this is not going to go well. But even the most jaded and cynical among you are probably not going to expect just HOW unwell it went.<br><br>The next day, we received an email from Sir Sam's Inn. We knew by now not to expect an apology for the KaCHING incident, but... WOW.<br><br>First, it tried to shame us for writing a bad review, since Ryan and Kyle have wives and children. Because apparently that has something to do with anything. (As I replied, I shall have to go and acquire myself some wives and children, so that I can finally disrespect my clients with impunity!)<br><br>And we had said bad things about them without hearing "the other side" (THAT AGAIN?!?). It was absolutely shameful that we would say bad things about them. Because "there are two sides to every story". Every story. (Cha-Chung...)<br><br>And later in the shaming department, we were going to be responsible for Sir Sam's not doing well, and maybe the whole area too, since they depend so heavily on tourism. Yes, the shame doesn't belong on the people who created the KaCHING situation, it belongs to the people who were upset by it. And now the ENTIRE REGION will go bankrupt because we were upset with two rude and incompetent individuals at one resort. Mmm-hmmm. Never mind the fact that the entire region was already abuzz with the problems at Sir Sam's long before we bore witness to them, nor the fact that their guest list had already declined significantly by our first day there, nor the fact that several other establishments in the area demonstrated AWESOME customer service in their stead (I'm not going to name those names for the moment, until I know that they are safe from retaliation – see below) after they heard of our ordeal. The KaCHING boys (and the entire region) are victims of us.<br><br>But wait, there's more!!!<br><br>Our horrible experience at Sir Sam's was NOT the fault of Kyle and Ryan. No, not at all. It's those horrible other staff members, past and present. It's everybody else who's incompetent and responsible for our bad day. EVERYBODY ELSE. And also the "Informants" who "gave us the story" are all liars.<br><br>Informants who gave us the story?!?!? Jayzus's donkey on a stick... What informants did we need to witness the shit-storm of KaCHING's going on before our very eyes?!? WE SAW THIS ALL FIRST-HAND. Nobody had to tell us about the dead bug in the dining room screen – we ate beside it four days in a row. Nobody had to tell me the mattress caused me intense back pain, I felt it. Nobody had to tell me that Kyle and Ryan are completely incompetent, they showed us themselves, beyond the shadow of a doubt. No "informants" necessary.<br><br>BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!!!!!<br><br>In writing. IN WRITING. A not-even-remotely-veiled threat of "vindictive" action. Whether it was towards us or our imagined "informants" (or who they imagined those informants to be) was not clear. But yes, they could retaliate and humiliate vindictively if they so chose.<br><br>Now, I do understand that calling someone stupid is perhaps not the nicest thing to say, but... HOW STUPID DO YOU HAVE TO BE TO THREATEN YOUR CUSTOMER ***IN*** ***WRITING*** ?!?!?!?!? I can't think of an answer to that, which doesn't begin with: PRETTY FLIPPIN' STUPID.<br><br>And yes, I am keeping records of all their correspondence and collecting it, and will one day wrap it all up in a pretty pink bow and send a nice juicy present to the various powers that be who regulate the hospitality industry. And I won't even have to give "my side" because everything they've said and done on their very own will dig themselves further and further into that deep dark pit of doom. And there will be rejoicing.<br><br>In the meantime, I was pretty darned proud of my response, so shall share it here:<br> <div style="margin-left: 2em;">
<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica;"> I had no idea that having wives and children gave one a free pass for despicable behaviour, or from having to deal with the natural consequences of such behaviour. I will have to acquire some of my own, for the next time I wish to disrespect my clients.</div>
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<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica;"> We needed no “informants” to tell us what we witnessed, first hand. Nobody “gave us the story” of Ryan and Kyle’s disrespectful and obnoxious behaviour – we were, unfortunately, directly subjected to that by no-one other than Ryan and Kyle. And if Ryan and Kyle did not wish for their words and behaviour to be made public in a travel review, <b>they should not have publicly spoken or behaved like that with their customers</b>. There is no-one to blame for our disgust but themselves.</div>
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<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica;"> Ryan and Kyle’s rude behaviour and chorus of “KaCHING!”-s were what sent us to our room trying to not be sick at our stomachs. Ryan and Kyle’s words and actions are why we will never return – we don’t want to be anywhere near that kind of behaviour, and we certainly don’t wish to provide them with any more “KaCHING”.</div>
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<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica;"> The Innkeeper and his Vice President ruining your vacation is exactly the type of things that fellow travellers want to know about. I have, in fact, had a friend get in touch who told me he’d spent the last few months wanting to warn us to switch our anniversary vacation elsewhere, but didn’t know how to do it – it would be nice if he had, so we could have left with good memories of Sir Sam's, and not the infuriating finale of Ryan and Kyle.</div>
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<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica;"> There is no “other side” to guests being so disgusted by the owner’s behaviour that they never wish to return. Being utterly disrespectful to your paying customers is not something that can be explained away, or blamed on others.</div>
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<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica;"> We’ve been blogging about our visits to Sir Sam’s every visit for the last six years, and our friends have enjoyed living vicariously through them – many, in fact, have visited the inn because of them (although we have had reports of similar impressions of Ryan, and of him publicly abusing staff in front of them). When these friends heard our “KaCHING” story, they were just as horrified as we were, and insisted that they and fellow travellers would want to be warned about such an attitude and behaviour (as we would have, as well).</div>
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<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica;"> A review is a tool, both for the people deciding where to spend their money, but also for the people or establishments being reviewed. As musicians, we are well acquainted with using reviews to learn how to improve ourselves within our profession. <b>When you get a review you don’t like, you pull up your socks and do a better job so you don’t get a second one</b> – you do NOT fire off a letter filled with semi-veiled threats of vindictive action.</div>
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<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica;"> Your letter does absolutely nothing to convince us we were wrong in our assessment of the decline of Hospitality and Customer Service at Sir Sam’s Inn, and I am now further disappointed the decay has not been limited to the two who originally upset us. This treatment of your paying guests is unbelievable. (But now on record.)</div>
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<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica;"> Thank you, however, for making sure we have no shadow of a doubt remaining over our decisions.</div>
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</div><br>*********************<br><br>Now, I should explain at this point the wording of that second-last paragraph: the Sir Sam's email was signed from Deb (the manager of the dining room) – and it very well could have been from her, however... it came from a generic yahoo address, it slipped into first person plural at many points when describing Ryan and Kyle, and it repeated many of Ryan's previous talking points almost verbatim, including multiple mentions of his "the other side". So... not 100% convinced either way, but we're either dealing with someone who hides behind another persona to defend himself, or there is a third person on board at Sir Sam's who doesn't have the first clue about customer service or hospitality. Either way, not a terribly glorious reflection on the current management team.<br><br>And, just in case you thought I was finished, there is another reason while I suspect that these people are no strangers to hiding behind other personas. Because after my initial review got published on TripAdvisor (it has since been taken down so I can use language that is consistent with community standards – fair enough – in my rewrite, which is now pending approval, I leave it up to the reader to decide whether certain people are of a certain intelligence level), there has been a flurry of 5-star review activity. Two posts from "people" who had just joined TripAdvisor that week, and only posted glowing reviews about Sir Sam's that, between the two of them, refuted all the points I had made in mine. The titles of these reviews, and the language therein, are practically identical. And a third reviewer, who joined a while ago, but had only posted one 5-star review last year, came back to post another 5-star review now. Suspicious? Or what?!?<br><br>Suspicious enough that one friend of mine started digging further into the reviews on-site, and came up with several using the same voice and language, all by first-time reviewers who had never reviewed anything since, and most of which were posted after someone else posted a less-than positive review. Another friend – an editor, of course – independently sent me the same assessment. So I looked at the reviews they were specifying and... yeah... looks pretty darned suspicious to me.<br><br>Can't say anything for sure, but... <a contents="go to their page" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.tripadvisor.ca/Hotel_Review-g499257-d671658-Reviews-Sir_Sam_s_Inn_WaterSpa-Eagle_Lake_Kenora_District_Ontario.html" target="_blank">go to their page</a> on the TripAdvisor site and judge for yourselves. (I have had more than one report from staff and former staff that they've heard Ryan actually talk about making up fake emails to post good reviews, and was warned once my first one got published that it would happen – I didn't think anyone would be that brazen, considering TripAdvisor's firm policy on fake reviews, but... well, <a contents="go and judge for yourselves" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.tripadvisor.ca/Hotel_Review-g499257-d671658-Reviews-Sir_Sam_s_Inn_WaterSpa-Eagle_Lake_Kenora_District_Ontario.html" target="_blank">go and judge for yourselves</a>.) [<strong>Edit:</strong> As of August 17, four of the eight highly-suspicious reviews have been taken down, yay to truth and justice!] [<strong>Edit #2:</strong> As of August 23, after two new negative reviews showed up, hmmm... a person who just joined TripAdvisor just posted a glowing review – brazen personified!]<br><br>Encroyable.<br><br>Just when you think it can't get any more unprofessional... I almost can't wait to see what they do next. And I must go shopping for one or more pretty pink bows with which to tie all the correspondence received.<br><br>In the meantime, I have received some lovely correspondence, and spoken to some very wonderful people on the phone. I've "met" a lot of new folks these last two weeks, all from the comfort of my own living room. And, at some point, I look forward to meeting them all in person, and enjoying the beauty that is Haliburton, in the land of Hospitality and amazing Customer Service.<br><br>(To be clear: We have no intention of taking these establishments up on their freebies, as it's not their place to pay for others' sins, but we would love to meet these folks who obviously know how to treat guests, even before they're guests!)<br><br>And we continue to hope and pray that someone is able to rescue Sir Sam's Inn before it is truly too late.<br><br>In the meantime, I'll let you know if any of us find "the one" that makes us fall in love again.The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/37892552015-07-28T21:45:19-04:002018-05-24T00:15:11-04:00And finally: The Rant (aka, the tragic end to the once-beautiful love story)***Edited August 5, 2015 – if you've already read this, just scan to the bottom for a link to the follow-up post.<br> <hr><br><strong>Preamble #1:</strong> Sorry for the delay – it's just really darned difficult to work up a good rant when there's an adorable new puppy in front of you! Hopefully sleep deprivation has helped put me back in a semi-crabby place, at least momentarily...<br><br><strong>Preamble #2:</strong> We really and truly had yet another incredible anniversary week at Sir Sam's this year. The staff there are amazing, and we were totally spoiled rotten, as always. It was a wonderful week, and we have wonderful memories, and we would go back in an instant if... well, don't want to blow the story before we even tell the story! All the staff, you were and are wonderful, we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, the food was incredible, the service was amazing, we love you all. Period. No, you deserve an exclamation point. And a few extra, just to annoy punctuation junkies. ?<br><br><strong>Preamble #3:</strong> I'm going to drop the pretence of this being written by both of us. Most of you know it's usually me (Alyssa) doing the writing, anyhow. But Don would probably never say many of the things I'm about to say (at least not in public – we've both said much worse on the subject between the two of us and among friends). He's probably a nicer person than I am. But I tell funnier stories at parties. And I take full responsibility for any offence the following may give any parties who truly deserve it. ?<br><br>Ahem...<br> <hr><br>I suppose it started with the little things. Because it was the little things, our first time to Sir Sam's, that had impressed us the most: the basket of sunscreen and bug repellant in the front hall with the invitation to help yourself; the fact that fellow guests had started scheming with us to try and figure out some outlandish request to make someone finally say "no" to us; the staff members staying overtime that one thunderstorm-y night because a group of us had started a conversation while hiding from the rain, and it continued into the wee hours (that was the night we realized, much later, that Don had been drinking the most expensive scotch at the bar all night – egads!), all the personal touches, little complimentary things here and there (sadly, not Don's scotch), the everything-you-ask-for-and-more kind of environment that made Sir Sam's stand out from anywhere either of us had ever travelled (and believe me, in my previous life, I travelled pretty darned well).<br><br>This year, there was no basket of sunscreen at the front when we arrived. You had to ask at the desk for towels for the spa (they used to be laid out in the hall and you could grab what you needed). Those little extras weren't really around. Ah well, we thought, might be hard times in the tourism trade these days, tightening the pocket book a bit, understandable... But we did notice.<br><br>We also noticed a lot of faces were missing. One of the other things that had so impressed us when we first came to Sir Sam's was the number of people who had worked there for years and years – some of them who had started as local kids doing dishes and were now upper management, another who had been here for her honeymoon, and liked it so much she ended up working there when they moved closer (but still had vacations there as well). It had been a true family-run, locally-loved establishment – and if you've got that strong an employee retention in the ever-transient hospitality industry, you know you're doing something right. Except... many were gone this year. And there weren't a lot of new faces around to take the missing ones' places. Those who were there were running (not just literally) around working like crazy, but it was still quite obvious that the place was very short-staffed. Tough times again...?<br><br>Don was disappointed to learn that he wouldn't be able to go water-skiing, as he had the previous year, because there was no longer a power boat. Strange, when full water sports was still part of the advertising, but... tough times... price of gas?<br><br>Something had changed. We weren't sure what and we weren't sure why, but... it just didn't feel the same. When we'd met the new owner two years ago (it was mere weeks after the change in ownership, I believe), he assured us then that he was keeping everything the same as when James Orr had owned the establishment, and that he was intent on continuing his legacy. But somehow, the legacy seemed to be falling away. It just wasn't that... cottage-y, so-thrilled-to-have-you-here-now-how-can-I-make-sure-you-have-the-best-vacation-ever atmosphere anymore. It was starting to become... nice, but ordinary.<br><br>But heck, maybe we were jaded? Maybe all these years of being in paradise made us not appreciate it as much as we used to? Could certainly be a plausible explanation, but...<br><br>We were soon shocked to discover that a new phrase had popped up in the staff vocabulary: "I'm sorry, we aren't really allowed to do that..." Hmmm. Now, if this had been a request to go pole-dancing while balancing running chainsaws and doing tequila shots, that would have been a reasonable response. But this was to easy requests such as one couple's wish to have dinner on the screened-in porch instead of in the dining room – which used to happen ALL THE TIME, just fine. Not allowed...? Maybe a licensing thing? No, because we and many others were served alcohol on the porch throughout our stay. Heck, they even serve drinks on the boat cruise! Not allowed...?<br><br>Then there were the little things that honestly weren't a big deal to us, but wouldn't have happened before. The broken dimmer switch (I could have replaced it myself with a $5 thing from the hardware store), the burnt-out lightbulbs that never got replaced, the mattress that sagged so much I had to climb my way over the side of bed onto the floor and do yoga stretches before my back would forgive me (OK, that was a big deal), having to wait for my crème brûlée because the dish washer had taken the torch to light the nightly bonfire, the same (large) dead bug in the middle of the window screen four dinners in a row... Things that are really princess-and-the-pea-y, but we did notice.<br><br>Those little pots of fresh preserves at breakfast were gone, replaced by the typical diner square packs of Kraft peanut butter and not-fresh-but-may-have-fruit-in-there-somewhere jam. The days of the free-pour at the bar were over. All our drinks were carefully measured out in a measuring glass, eye-balled to make sure it hadn't gone over, then poured into the glass. Geez, Louise – heaven forbid an extra quarter-ounce get in there.<br><br>And the Water Spa – the pivotal feature that sets this Inn apart – was in just horrid condition. This, despite it having apparently been drained and re-hauled the year before. Paint peeling, tiles missing, and most importantly, jets that were completely non-functioning.<br><br>Things were weird... Maybe troubled times, but... oh dear, was our beloved Inn really in that much financial trouble? It had always seemed to be full before, and yet for our first few days, they didn't have enough guests to bother laying out the breakfast buffet that has always been a fixture – they just brought us a bit of fruit, yogurt and pastries to our table instead, where we sat alone. What was happening?<br><br>We started to get a little sniff of it that first morning, when the owner came around for his morning schmooze – and it felt... well, it felt like he had read in an inn-owners manual somewhere that you should say hello to your guests in the morning, and he was following the instructions. It just didn't seem terribly heart-felt, and there seemed to be a bit of a hesitation then an "oh yes, I remember!" look on his face before he said "it's really good to have you two returning again this year." Had someone coached him ahead of time? Maybe he just had other stuff on his mind, like this financial difficulty the Inn seemed to be in... so... slack cut. Until we mentioned how sad we were to not be seeing Chris and Gordo and some of the other familiar faces this year, and the defence shield was visibly put in place. The voice that had previously entertained essence of used-car-salesman started to verge on hysterical-five-year-old-trying-to-convince-you-not-to-look-behind-the-bedroom-door-because-everything-is-fine-and-the-fingerpaint-is-still-in-the-tubes-and-if-it-turns-out-it's-not-it's-really-my-brother's-fault-because-I-was-reading-quietly.<br><br>We left breakfast that morning a little bewildered, curious, and slightly suspicious.<br><br>[An aside: The owner does the breakfast schmooze most mornings, and we noticed throughout the week that it was with the air of a social climber at a cocktail party – always looking past you as he's speaking, just in case he can spy someone more important to talk to. And not just with us, it was pretty consistent – as were his talking points (I could mouth many of them to Don by the end of the week). Later in the week, as he was staring past us and saying we were "a really great couple", we had to suppress a fit of the giggles – there was no drop of sincerity to drip, he'd never bothered to get to know whether or not we were a good couple (we're axe-murderers, buddy), and it honestly sounded like someone had written that down in his pre-breakfast notes, and he wanted to slip it in before he got to the important table. I must also mention another conversation – in the midst of an extreme heat warning – when he said he refused to bring up the portable air conditioners to the guest rooms, because of all the money it would cost, dontcha know.]<br><br>That evening, when Don had gone down to the bar to grab our first-night bedtime scotches, he came back with a business card from Kyle, the apparent new "Vice President of Sales". Sales? When was there ever a vice-president of sales?!? What would he be selling?!? Ginsu knives?<br><br>Kyle had apparently handed him the card, and told Don if we ever wanted to come back to talk to him, so he can swing us a deal. Uh... ok... please let go of my hand, you're kind of creeping me out, and no I'm not going to buy Amway from you, no matter how fervently you stare and pump my damned hand. Plus, we always got deals before, on account of us being "VIPs" (I think we automatically got that status on our 3rd visit, but it does seem, from later conversations, that the staff actually really likes us and looks forward to us coming back each year – who knew? – obviously not the owner on his daily breakfast schmooze).<br><br>The next day, Don didn't have to point out Kyle. From the description of the night before, I could pick him out instantly. Everything that Sir Sam's is not: loud, boorish, telegraphing entitlement, not terribly interested in anyone unless he was telling them how awesome he truly was. Getting the picture? Seemed to be around my age, yet still stuck in an era where Rodney Dangerfield was someone to be emulated. Slick but clueless. Later, as I saw the manager Stephanie hauling a box of linens nearly as big as she was across the front porch, I also got to listen to him walking behind her (empty-handed) blaring about "independent women these days," oblivious to the raised eyebrows of half the population of the front lawn.<br><br>We did our best to avoid Kyle. He made my nostrils curl and my lip squinge and my ass clench and my shoulders hit my ears and I can't be responsible for what comes out of my mouth when those four body parts become engaged at the same time... Best to avoid Kyle.<br><br>And we mostly succeeded...<br><br>But remember that bit about the staff liking us and looking forward to seeing us? That's because, over the years, we've developed a kind of relationship with folks there – OK, it's a bit of a lopsided one, since they're technically working and we're the ones they're looking after, but... we've always been friendly with them. And it's not a used-car-salesman type of friendly, the people there have always been super-genuine and wonderful. And people who like each other talk with each other about stuff. And notice each others' raised eyebrows. So gradually, over the course of the week, some of the puzzle pieces started coming together.<br><br>In the past year, not only had the Inn lost Chris (who was the head manager the last time, and was one of our favourite staff members, not that you're supposed to have favourites), but they'd also lost Steve and Janice, two other very long-term managers (who we hadn't known as well, but they had been great, and some of the obviously-missing faces). The general consensus seemed to be that Chris had been spending the previous two years holding everything together, and nobody realized until he left just how much of a buffer he had been for the staff. Steve and Janice had, in turn, tried to fill the gap, but it sounds like they just couldn't stand it and moved on to better places. In the couple of weeks before we arrived, it seems there had been a mass exodus of many of the other staff. And the week before we arrived, the head chef – who had been there for 17 years – had been heard screaming at Kyle (remember Kyle?) "you can't speak to me like that!", and he quit on the spot, with a second chef (of four) walking out the door with him. Leaving two chefs, who were now responsible for breakfast, lunch and dinner, seven days a week.<br><br>Needless to say, morale wasn't terribly strong. Not that any of the staff let that show in their treatment of their guests in any way, but you couldn't help but notice the furtive glances exchanged, and what seemed like a constant murmur of stress. And we saw people actually tear up when they said how much they missed Chris. He was obviously an important glue. Kyle was obviously dynamite – and I don't mean that in a 70's kind of way.<br><br>We knew that Gordo had been off due to knee surgery – followed by complications and infection, followed by more knee surgery, but what we hadn't known was why he'd needed it. We'd assumed he'd been doing something silly with his dogs, or had had a weird tobogganing accident over the winter or something. Not so. A lot of money had been sunk in to renovations last year – we had noticed last summer that there were new doors, new dining sets, and fresh paint in the main parts of the inn. But it appears that those were focused mostly on aesthetics, and not on structural details. Such as... oh... supporting the floor. So when said floor caved in under the weight of the bar fridge in the autumn, it seems to have also taken down the person who was working at the bar at that very moment. That person being Gordo-of-the-now-non-functional-knee. Which starts to makes you wonder if the anxiety witnessed in the staff was about them wondering whether they'd do something wrong, or who was the next to go and leave them alone, or if the ACTUAL FRIGGING FLOOR was ACTUALLY going to fall out from under them. (I was careful to not walk too close to our mini-fridge in the room – just stash my box of shame and run for it.)<br><br>So things were starting to make sense – although not making us particularly happy. While we had, earlier in the week, been dreaming about which room we'd like to ask for when we made our reservation for next year upon check-out, by mid-week we were thinking we'd rather wait and see if any of the Last Ones Standing were still around in the spring, and then we'd decide. (Besides, dogs in the Eastwoods cabin had recently become one of those "I'm sorry, we aren't really allowed to do that"-s, which had been one of our ideas.)<br><br>But then...<br><br>We failed in avoiding Kyle. Brutally, brutally failed. And... man alive, that Vice President of Sales should have in his contract that he's not allowed to open his mouth. Because EVERY TIME HE OPENS HIS MOUTH, THE STUPID STARTS LEAKING OUT!!!!! (But we learned a lot more about what was going wrong at the inn from one conversation with him than a week's worth of conversations with everyone else – and, as you read above, we'd already learned quite a bit.)<br><br>Hammer. Meet nail. Meet coffin.<br><br>Fortunately, this failure-to-avoid happened on our last full day there. Because my going to prison for beating someone senseless would not have been a good way to end our anniversary vacation, and I'm pretty sure we wouldn't have been allowed to keep the puppy.<br><br>It began as Don and I were enjoying our final pool match. Oblivious to the reaction he was provoking in my nostrils, upper lip, shoulders and ass, he approached the table for some chit chat. Oh my, the chit chat...<br><br>I will spare you all the drivel pouring out of his mouth – which made Andrew Dice Clay seem like a feminist as I, his female paying customer, stared in abject horror... yet he still kept talking. Because while that would help to explain the need to keep me out of prison, it does less to illuminate why we won't be returning to Sir Sam's until there's new ownership and management as the rest of the "conversation". (Note to Kyle: "conversations" usually involve such subtleties as "listening" and "paying attention".)<br><br>As had been the case all week, Kyle's favourite subject was, of course, Kyle. And how much money he's made, and how he knows the owner because their kids go to the same private school – he emphasized the "private" at least nine times, as apparently it hadn't impressed us as much as it should have the first time – how he sits by his pool and makes million-dollar deals, blah blah blah, private school, me me me, private school, did I mention how rich I am, blah blah blah, private school. (Inn Management instructions, section 2: make your guests feel like a million bucks, don't keep talking about a million bucks.)<br><br>No, from this first "conversation" with Kyle, I wish to highlight my personal favourite: After Kyle mentioned that he knew the owner via their kids' private school, and so Ryan hiring him as Vice President was a "no-brainer", because...<br><br>[Ooh, make sure you're sitting down, there's already too many injured knees in this story...]<br><br>BECAUSE:<br><br>He comes from a family that became rich in the I.T. business, and...<br><br>WAIT FOR IT... (sit down, sit down now!)<br><br>"There is ABSOLUTELY NO DIFFERENCE between working the I.T. business and working in Hospitality."<br><br>Yes. That. Came. Out. Of. His. Mouth.<br><br>Sit with that and savour it for a moment, shall we?: There is no difference between the I.T. business and Hospitality.<br><br>If I were in school-teacher mode, I would be asking the class to come up with a list of differences between information technology and hospitality, and I'm pretty sure a grade three student would come up with a staggeringly long list. Think of some of yours for a moment...<br><br>If he were such a genius at Hospitality, would he really have lost half the kitchen staff in one day, including a chef of over 17 years? Would the phrase "we aren't really allowed to do that" be the response to a request to eat where there was a breeze during an extreme heat warning? Would the place be ridiculously short-staffed, with several of those remaining confiding in us that they wouldn't be here next year? Would he have spent that amount of time talking to the guests about how much money he had? (Note to Kyle: I'm pretty sure I.T. people don't want to hear that kind of crap any more than your guests at the Inn, but it's in PARTICULARLY bad taste to be subjecting your paying guests to such drivel – nobody's impressed, nobody cares, everybody just wishes you'd just STFU.)<br><br>What, did you think I was just being unnecessarily cruel when I said he opens his mouth and the stupid starts leaking out? Because, while there was SOOOOO much more stupid to choose from, this one definitely takes the cake.<br><br>[There was a John Cleese interview I watched a while ago, in which he discussed a study his friend, a highly-esteemed professor, had conducted. This study took a look at experts in several fields, amateurs in those fields, as well as people who were not very good in those particular fields, and discovered that the people who are truly lousy and without hope in said field do not have the neurological tools required to even KNOW that they're lousy within that field. For instance, someone who is unhappy with their guitar playing is able to recognize that their music is not as they'd want to hear it – which allows them, if they're so driven, to learn how to improve what they're doing. Whereas someone who is a horrible player but thinks they're awesome will never know that they're horrible, and never be able to figure out how they can improve, and will therefore move throughout life playing guitar, oblivious to how they're setting other people's teeth on fire. (This explains some of the folks you run into at open stages, but I digress...) This little tidbit of information has proven helpful with my cello students, for instance, who lament that they can't play well – and I can tell them that hearing it's not as they want it to be means that they CAN play well, they just need to work on a few things. And those who come for an introductory lesson and can't hear that they sound like a dying goose get sent along to another teacher. This may seem to be a non-sequitor, but I'm certain the more observant of you can see the parallels between this little anecdote and... well... KYLE.]<br><br>After spouting off this little tidbit of "wisdom", Kyle strutted and pranced around like he'd said the most deep and intelligent thing known to the universe, completely oblivious to the way my throat was attempting to work its way out my eyeballs. Or perhaps he noticed and thought it was awe...? I shall never know, because he was fortunately called away for something before my throat could escape.<br><br>Breathe. Cry a little. Breathe again.<br><br>BUT...<br><br>Then he came back. And the leakage continued.<br><br>Remember the missing power boat lamented in earlier paragraphs, and how it had taken away the Inn's water sports offerings? And how we had supposed it might have been sold off or beached due to financial constraints? Remember that? Well, our suspicions that it was a victim of tough financial times was in error. You see...<br><br>THE OWNER ***GAVE*** THE INN'S POWER BOAT TO KYLE!!!!! Yes, the Inn's water sports offerings had been decimated because the new V.P. wanted a new toy and Ryan gave it to him. Because... I dunno... private school?<br><br>Further leakage revealed that Ryan was now living about an hour and a half away in Huntsville, in a home that cost him over two million dollars. TWO MILLION DOLLARS. Can't afford to ensure the health and safety of his staff (or guests, for that matter), or the little complimentary niceties, or a teensy bit of air conditioning in an extreme heat warning, but can afford a two-million-dollar home far, far away (plus at least 3 hours of gas per day for his breakfast schmoozes). SERIOUSLY?!?!? (It made me want to steal some towels, but... I'm too honest, plus it would probably be a staff member who got the blame.)<br><br>So... putting the pieces together, it seemed we had two of yer friendly-neighbourhood second- (or perhaps third-)generation rich boys whose parents may have understood the nature of hard work, but who themselves understood only dollar signs and big toys, and were behaving like entitled little brats. Never-neverland twits who want to prove themselves in the real world, but don't have a freaking clue how to work in Hospitality. (One of the owner's oft-repeated talking points, when guests who apparently already knew him asked why he wasn't still running the camp his family owned, was "camping is all about making the parents happy and the kids happy, and who wants to deal with that?!?" – a diamond-encrusted philosophy he's apparently extended to his new endeavour, as he hired the guy who thinks Hospitality is exactly the same as I.T.)<br><br>It was settled, we weren't going to book ourselves in for next year until we were 100% sure that there were still some of the Last Ones Standing left in the spring (but we weren't terribly convinced they'd last).<br><br>Devastated at the loss of "our" home-away-from-home, we couldn't concentrate on the pool game, so took our Honey Browns out to the patio, to nurse our wounds and mourn what the previous owner, James Orr, had built up over his 34 years of management. I can only imagine the despair he must feel, seeing all his hard and love-infused work had created starting to crumble away (along with with the floor) into ruin.<br><br>But the story was not over.<br><br>We so wish it were, but the story is not over.<br><br>Yes, the nail had met the hammer which had in turn met the coffin, but there was still the giant hole to dig, in which to plant the coffin and then bury in mounds of dirt. And then maybe stick some dynamite down and blow the whole thing sky-high.<br><br>There had been a couple sitting at another table when we sat down at the patio. We hadn't seen them before, and thought they must be new guests.<br><br>Once again, our assumption was in error.<br><br>For a mere few minutes after we sat down with our Honey Browns and started lamenting the demise of our beloved Sir Sam's Inn, Kyle and Ryan brought their own set of drinks and sat down at the table with them, behaving kind of like the drunken boors you find at the cheap-ass discount all inclusive island vacations, who have had just a few too many free drinks out of pineapples... only there were no pineapples in sight.<br><br>So while we tried, desperately, to NOT hear them, it was impossible to shut them out. Ryan and Kyle were regaling the anonymous couple with the details of their new partnership at the Inn, frequently punctuating the details with the oh-so-subtle sound of winning slot machines. Loudly. In front of not just us, but a lawn, pool and patio full of their paying customers.<br><br>"We're sitting on a GOLD MINE here – KaCHING!" "Every time I see someone pulling into the parking lot, I hear: KaCHING!" "The Spa alone will attract lots of people here, and then, KaChing, KaCHING!"<br><br>I swear, we had to hear the word "KaCHING" uttered at least thirty times in the twenty minutes we could bear sticking around. Before retreating upstairs to pack, and try not to be sick to our stomachs before our final dinner – and it was definitely our final dinner.<br><br>The arrogance, and Greed, and the fact that they didn't have a single brain cell in their heads that told them they might want to keep their voices down in front of the people who were being used for their sorry-you-have-such-a-lousy-self-esteem-but-surely-you-took-psych-101-and-know-this-sounds-really-bad ego- and wallet-boosting. Including the sixth-timer VIP's who had just provided a full week's worth of KaCHING to these spoiled little babies.<br> <hr><br>We fell in love with Sir Sam's Inn on our honeymoon in 2010. We've brought friends here, we've highly recommended it to other friends (and everyone who's been reading our Food & Beverage reports over the years). The biggest attractions when we first got to know it were the way guests were treated, the eagerness of the previous owner and staff to make sure we felt like VIP's even on our first visit, the fact that guests had to conspire to find something outlandish for anyone to say "no" to, the staff retention and community engagement, and the obvious joy and pride everyone had in making sure we were all spoiled rotten.<br><br>But this is no longer a place that treats its staff well. This is no longer a place that treats its guests like... cherished guests (to be clear: talking about the owning partnership, not the staff). This is a place owned and run by two rich brats trying to score a few more KaCHING!'s with the least possible effort. This is no longer our home-away-from-home. And we cannot, in any conscience, recommend it to anyone else.<br><br>Chris, the former manager who we (and all the staff) loved so very much came by on Saturday night to see us, but missed us, so he came back Sunday morning to make sure he caught us before we left. There was no KaCHING to be gained by this, there was nothing in it for him. He came to visit because of the relationship that had developed over the years. Gordo, the manager-on-leave-because-of-his-work-related-injury wanted to meet us for coffee earlier in the week, not because he wanted anything from us (in fact, I'm pretty sure he bought the coffee), or that he thought he could get some KaCHING!, but because a relationship had developed between us last year, and we were all sad he was missing our annual visit. THIS is what running a successful Inn is all about – not the KaCHING, but the people.<br><br>We've actually been fantasizing about just staying home next year, but inviting our favourite Sir Sam's people to our house for a visit. I'm sure they'll all be quickly snapped up by other resorts who understand quality, so it's probably not feasible, but... a nice fantasy. ? We know one of the previous managers has bought his own resort, which we may very well check out instead next year. There are others who have left and are working elsewhere, so we might track them down and see what their new resorts have to offer. Some are conspiring to team up and run their own place – and we're sure they'd do it brilliantly.<br><br>Our not-so-secret fantasy would be that the remaining staff organizes a coup, make Mr. "KaCHING", and Mr. "Hospitality is the same as I.T." go KaPUT, and the old guard comes back to restore Sir Sam's to its former glory. Ah, heaven...<br><br>We know many of those who have left would gladly return, if those two were out of the picture. We feel exactly the same. As long as they're running things, we're staying the hell away from that sinking ship. We can only pray that, before it is too late, the Inn changes hands to someone who truly cares about both the art and the business of Innkeeping, and that Sir Sam's can become Sir Sam's once more.<br><br>We fell out of love with Sir Sam's Inn on our fifth anniversary in 2015. It was a wonderful five years, but it's time to say good-bye. A one-sided relationship isn't a true nor a healthy relationship. Time to find a place that appreciates us for who we are, and not just what we can give them.<br><br>Our hearts are open, and we're ready to fall in love again, with the right one.<br> <hr><br><strong>EDITED:</strong><br><br>Just when you thought it couldn't get worse? <a contents="IT GOT WORSE" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://thebrights.ca/journal/blog/follow-up-to-the-rant" target="_blank">IT GOT WORSE</a>.The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/37833262015-07-19T12:21:56-04:002017-01-15T22:52:28-05:00F&B The Final<p>Alas, sigh, ’tis the final Sir Sam’s F&B report — although Alyssa is typing it from the car, as Don drives us to go pick up our new puppy, so there is a consolation prize this year!</p>
<p>Saturday, most of the hordes were off to visit their kids at camp, so it was almost like it wasn’t a weekend, it was nice and reasonably quiet. It was a bit grey in the morning, but the sun fought through and it was quite a pleasant day.</p>
<p>We had one more couples massage in the early afternoon with Cindee (egads, we’ve been spelling her name incorrectly all these years!!!) and Cheryl. They both commented on how much more energy Don had than when we first arrived — looks like all this sleeping and pampering has done some good! Cheryl made a final attempt at the granite ridge that is Alyssa’s left shoulder, including using her elbows and probably full body weight at times. There’s still a few rocks back there, but things are moving again — guess we have to remember to book in with our RMT before all this magic is lost! Feeling like jelly, we gave our thank yous and good-byes and promises-to-email, and swooned our way up to our room to drink lots of water and read a bit.</p>
<p>Then it was down to the bar for a Honey Brown and a re-attempt at a pool championship. We discovered that we play better after one beer is consumed. Then there is a small window of opportunity before we get too far into the second beer, and then it’s time to give up in self-disgust.</p>
<p>When we reached that point, we brought the rest of our second beer to the patio for some more talking and reading. Unfortunately, there were also a few conversations at this time, both participated in and couldn’t-help-but-be-overheard, which have made us think we’ll be looking elsewhere for next year’s Anniversastravaganza, but we shall save that post for a little later, because we want to end this on a high note. We did have an absolutely wonderful week, but it may be time to move on and try something new. So this is a slightly bittersweet last F&B posting (but you know you’re gonna get a great Lyssy-rant once she can peel herself away from Little Miss Puppitude!).<br> </p>
<div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/7aa532e16518a9f9ce7c99ca27de0a5d032a1f85/medium/img-0065.jpg?1437321968" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Final Patio Beers</p></div>
<p><br>We had to leave the patio before Alyssa succumbed to her chronic foot-in-mouth disease, so we grabbed an extra half beer each (hey, it was our last day!), and headed upstairs to get as much packed as possible for our early departure today. We did manage to bump into Cindee again, who introduced us to her daughter Nicole, who was helping out in the dining room last night (brutally short-staffed, with a full house, but Nicole grew up working here, and was in the area, so was able to jump in). Somehow our paths had never crossed with her before, but she’s a bit of a world traveller, so must have been away every time we were here in the past. She also happens to be the girlfriend of Chris, the favourite former-manager who we’d hoped to have lunch with on Thursday (but he was working). We asked her to tell him he was missed, and she said he was going to be stopping by later, so we’d see him at dinner. She and Deb also fought over who got to serve us (just play-fighting, but we felt loved) — although it turns out they both lost, because when we did get to the dining room, Alisha had returned early and was a last-minute addition to the dining room staff (and she claimed us).</p>
<p>For the wine, we picked a Marietta Zinfandel from Sonoma — perfectly lovely, although we weren’t as gung-ho on it as we were with some of our other choices.<br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/cdad3cca0a4ea469da276f33d376a9ddb539129f/medium/img-0064-2.jpg?1437322190" class="size_m justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>We both picked the same appetizer, in all its garlicky goodness: the Caesar Salad with Olive Oil Poached Tomato Bruschetta, although Don opted for his to be topped with the Smoked Duck Breast.<br> </p>
<div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/b40612aebcc195b752cbfbdb08416a8f3d719395/medium/img-0061-2.jpg?1437322326" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Garlicky Caesar Goodness</p></div>
<p> </p>
<div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/82017c5a7f164e546073d03d79fa97b8bc8b46fd/medium/img-0068.jpg?1437322357" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">...with mostly-eaten Duck Boob</p></div>
<p><br>For main course, Don selected the Blackened Breast of Chicken (apparently he was on a breast kick this evening…) with an Orange and Honey Cream. It was, as you probably could predict, perfectly cooked and awesome. ? The sauce was also delicious, as were the roasted vegetables, and if Alyssa wouldn’t have kicked him for licking his plate clean, he probably would have tried.<br> </p>
<div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/a9ba24abb5a9711a47e69638b6d7f657b8144bb5/medium/img-0071.jpg?1437322517" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Blackened Chicken Boob</p></div>
<p>After the previous night’s Salmonbutter, Alyssa went for the Pan Seared and Cold Smoked Atlantic Salmon with Pickled Watermelon and Cucumber Salsa and a Yogurt Mint Sauce. It was HUGE — two generous pieces of pan-seared salmon, plus a rather large strip of smoked salmon. Not quite the Salmonbutter of the night before, but tender and delicious nonetheless. <br> </p>
<div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/8555d38fc15558d3e75a85582536d20bd9338cd2/medium/img-0065-2.jpg?1437322628" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Not-quite Salmonbutter</p></div>
<p><br><br>About two forkfuls into the second slab of salmon, though, Alyssa realized she would have to ask for the Box of Shame, and enjoy a doggie-bag lunch today (because much as we’re gonna love this dog, Lyssy ain’t sharing her salmon…). Alisha dutifully obliged, and even marked the box appropriately. ?</p>
<div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/c5a9bd67b2772945802778f1297ae6dd1ae5c0ee/medium/img-0066-2.jpg?1437322633" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Had I only known it came in a box, I'd have saved millions in therapy...</p></div>
<p><br>And, lucky us, they’d had a fresh delivery of strawberries, so we enjoyed some strawberries and whipped cream (and cinnamon for Alyssa) for our final dessert. As if they knew we were having our final dinner, someone across the lake started up a gorgeous fireworks display, which we enjoyed as we finished our last drops of wine.<br> </p>
<div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/1a834d54c7c910fdb29695c760a478827c5de809/medium/img-0095.jpg?1437322577" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Don assures me he was taking 39 photos of the fireworks, not this woman.</p></div>
<p>It was getting VERY hot and muggy in the dining room, and we hadn’t seen a sign of Chris (and Nicole was still working furiously for some late-seated tables), so we grabbed a couple of scotches and went to sit under our ceiling fan, before getting an early sleep.</p>
<p>That sleep was interrupted about 2:30am by an almighty thunderstorm. We were hoping the thunder and rain would break the heat, but it didn’t do much, so we didn’t sleep terribly well the rest of the night. Plus, once the sun started to rise, all Alyssa could think of was Puppy and Puppy, and maybe a scathing letter, and… Puppy. So by the time 7:00am came around, she may have bounced up and down just a touch, just in case Don was bored of sleeping. ?</p>
<p>We got dressed and got our bags packed into the car, and then opened the doors for breakfast at 8:30. Yes, 8:30. A.M. Breakfast. Lisa, you may pick your jaw up off the floor now…</p>
<p>Aly was our waiter, with Amy also coming by to assist (it was busy — who are all these crazy people who have early breakfast on a weekend of all days?!?!?) Don had his usual, which Amy teased him about, and Alyssa went for the Eggs Benedict with smoked salmon instead of ham. An absolutely delicious way to end our stay.</p>
<p>We packed up our cooler (we’d brought a bunch of salads and cheese and stuff to snack on, but brought most of it back home again!), and Don brought it out to the car while Alyssa checked out. The woman at the desk told us Chris was at the Inn and wanted to see us, so she went out back to try and find him. Meanwhile, Don had seen him from the parking lot, and they were coming in the other door. We had a bunch of hugs and caught up a bit with him, but then we really had to frappé la rue. So we grabbed our final To-Go Coffees, and jumped into the (ahhhh, AIR CONDITIONNED!) car.</p>
<p>We have waved hello, good-bye, and see-you-soon to Barrie, and are heading west to the kennel. Sad to be at the end of our vacation, but feeling pampered, blissed-out, MORE than well-fed (and we shouldn’t donate a liver any time soon), and excited to see how life unfolds with our new four-legged family member.</p>
<p>Thank you to all the wonderful staff at Sir Sam’s Inn — you guys spoil us rotten, every time! Big hugs to you all.<br><br>But now... PUPPY!!!<br> </p>
<div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/b3d776909d82496753d29126f1cc9b7b6ac71b83/medium/breton4.jpg?1437322873" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Princess Poocherino</p></div>
<p><br><br>Happy Sunday, everyone!<br>Alyssa & Don</p>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/37827562015-07-18T12:33:40-04:002017-01-15T22:52:28-05:00F&B The SixthIt was a rainy day... but we didn't mind a bit! That's what covered porches are for, after all. After a morning spent with books and view, Alyssa ACTUALLY MANAGED TO SURPRISE Don with his anniversary present (it's been a lot of near-misses over the last couple of weeks, plus she's got a lousy poker face...) He's been talking about wanting one of these in the living room for months now – Alyssa had taken the photo last week, and he won't see it until we get home tomorrow (plus we still have to figure out how to MacGyver it to the wall, but we've got help with that), but HE WAS SURPRISED and HE WAS HAPPY.<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/3d473def1165d690fb6c89dc842fcc9bc9779055/medium/img-0861.jpg?1437234437" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Captain Bray's new Ship's Wheel</p></div><br>With Don still grinning like a mad fool (he did that a lot all day), we got ourselves ready for our Massagiversaryextravaganza with Cindy and Cheryl.<br><br>They were ready for us, with big smiles and "Happy Anniversary" sung to us as well. We began with the Champagne Mimosa Scrub, in which Cindy and Cheryl donned their exfoliating gloves and scrubbed us down with sugary champagne goodness. Then they gooped us up, cocooned us in blankets, and gave us head and neck massages while we soaked in all the goop. We waddled into the shower and rinsed off all the sugary stuff and, ooooh, our skin was so soft and smooth! Then it was back to the massage tables for getting re-gooped in champagne mimosa lotion (no sugar) and massaged for the remaining hour AND a second hour! Absolute bliss. By the time they were done with us, our voices were an octave lower and we couldn't walk in a straight line any more... We swayed our way up to our room, where we tried to sit up straight, stared off into space, and mumbled from time to time.<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/091d359d5d9f082edf1c37427243a93330dd86d5/medium/img-0050-2.jpg?1437234714" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Post-massage Blissitude</p></div><br>When we were finally able to find our legs again, we wobbled down to grab a beer and see if our pool game had improved. It had not. We blame the massage, because neither one of us could hit a darned thing, other than the eight ball. We gave up after two very long games – which was all well and good, since the bar had some overflow tables set up for dinner, and the early sitting would have started soon anyhow. We dragged our defeated butts to the living room to read – because that's about all our super-relaxed muscles could handle.<br><br>It was Friday, though, and the hordes started to arrive – don't they know the inn is just for us?!? So we brought a second beer to split in the quiet of our room.<br><br>And then it was dinner time. AH, dinner time... Not sure if they'd saved it for us, or if we were just incredibly lucky, but we got our favourite table in front of the double doors. We'd arranged with Deb to open a bottle of Amarone for us at 7:00 for our 8:15 dinner seating – and despite all the chaos of a full house (and short staff), she'd remembered to do it a minute early, and brought it out to the table for us. We are so spoiled. ?<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/1da4be663bb9adb338f35a8c9b22c629ec137695/medium/img-0051-2.jpg?1437235277" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Anniversary Amarone</p></div><br>For appetizers, Don continued his duck addiction with the Confited & Smoked Duck Breast, atop a Ricotta Crèpe with Pickled Apples and Calvados Sauce. His verdict? The crèpe was delicious – Really Awesome. ?<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/8948a6f39aa1f472e95a134fc47e94f0ffb6de36/medium/img-0050.jpg?1437235507" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Delicious, awesome duck and crèpe</p></div><br>Alyssa went for the Roasted Portabella Mushroom and Poached Tomato Salad, with Arugula and Grana Padano Cheese. It had a delicious balsamic drizzle, plus a pepper-y topping, and was divine.<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/1ff70cdc6b2f4bf9cf712743feb4cf8c3fd0c7cc/medium/img-0052-2.jpg?1437235673" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Portabella and Tomato Yumminess</p></div><br>And then the main course. There are no words to describe the main course, but we shall make this feeble attempt to describe our BEST MEAL ALL WEEK.<br><br>Don opted for the Shrimp & Chorizo Sausage with Penne Pasta in a Light Rosemary Cream Sauce with Grilled Vegetable Ragout. Again, "awesome" – but when pressed, he says "kinda complicated, in a smokey way" (nice!), "very full-flavoured but not overly rich." And there were multiple food-coos emanating from his face.<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/8df3c6877614d015fff3b972c8b42fbf42b5db3f/medium/img-0051.jpg?1437235878" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">'Shrimp' is obviously a misnomer...</p></div><br>Alyssa had been tempted to have the pasta without the sausage, but (thank you, blessed spaghetti monster!) went for the Pan-Seared Atlantic Salmon with Rainbow Trout in a Lemon & Blueberry Glaze. Food-cooing turned to food-moaning. The salmon was like butter. Only with flavour. But it melted in the mouth and sent every cell of one's being into blissful rapture. The trout was wrapped around two gently-steamed-and-still-crunchy-just-the-way-we-like-it asparagus spears – not quite as orgasmic as the salmon, but delicious. Also some beautifully-cooked beets, heirloom carrots and roasted potatoes. Alyssa may have warned Deb to keep an eye on her husband (Dave, the chef) when we leave on Sunday... (Deb didn't seem too worried about this – perhaps she thought we were kidding?) Ex-freaking-squisite!!! Two photos are necessary.<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/f092af96c817e37abff03a20cf45823cc89fd578/medium/img-0052.jpg?1437236407" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Don's-eye view of the Salmonbutter</p></div>
<div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/4e1937a4ecc6d886c56c1a3cf2708907e11aa28c/medium/img-0053-2.jpg?1437236538" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Arial View</p></div><br>For dessert, Don had the Vanilla Bean Ice Cream with some caramel drizzle, and Alyssa had the Classic Crème Brûlée. And, as a special anniversary treat, Deb brought us each a glass of champagne – did we mention how spoiled we are?!?<br><br>This is what spoiled rotten people look like:<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/0736c1fd2ea648341e0f18381b7a15cbb6c0cd02/medium/img-0055.jpg?1437236821" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Spoiled-rotten Female: a bit camera-shy, distinctive food-cooing</p></div>
<div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/d98afdebbeed034c90362d7311ae4dc61dffacc9/medium/img-0054-2.jpg?1437236838" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Spoiled-rotten Male: food-cooing, and regular mad-fool-grinning</p></div><br>We grabbed a couple of Glenlivets (to help us digest), and retired to our room.<br><br>This morning, we were back down with Amy and Aly in the dining room for breakfast – the mass hordes all had departed early for "visit-your-kids-at-camp" day, so we almost had the room to ourselves. Don opted for the veggie omelette (peameal, etc.), and Alyssa went for the scrambled eggs. Both lovely. And now Amy has brought us our second "to-go" coffee on the porch. It was grey and cloudy when we woke up, but the sun has broken through and it's going to be another beautiful day here on Eagle Lake.<br><br>Happy Saturday, everyone!<br>Alyssa & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/37814742015-07-17T12:16:14-04:002017-01-15T22:52:28-05:00F&B Report: Fifth of the Fifth – Happy Fifth!Rather fitting that the fifth F&B report of our fifth anniversastravaganza happens on the day of our fifth anniversary! Much better omen than "666", don't you think?<br><br>So, where were we... ah yes, the disappointment that we couldn't do a surprise lunch with Chris and Gordo yesterday. So we got all radical and went for a hike. Yes. Exercise. It was quite a pleasant day for it, and not too buggy – other than one persistent deerfly who thought he was auditioning for "Jaws" with all the circling. We also saw a cute little cottage for sale, that looked quite adorable on the outside – stone structure, nice red roof, lots of flowers, etc. So we took a picture of the MLS number, and when we got back, went for a little snoop. Holy Mackinoli!!! Almost the same price as our house, and nowhere near the size. Nevermind. (We weren't seriously looking, anyhow, but it's always fun to see what's out there.) We're plenty happy where we are, and with an annual week away.<br><br>After our hike, Alyssa finally managed to convince Don to join her in the water spa – yahoo! We grabbed our bathing suits and went for a swim, then did the circuit of massage jets, and another float, before we looked like prunes. Happy prunes, but prunes nonetheless. Then it was time for a nice, brisk nap. ? But not before we ate the last of our chocolate-covered strawberries!<br><br>Feeling rejuvenated (yet still lazy), we headed to the patio with books and beer. And then it was time for the return of the revenge of the pool championship!!! (There might have been a second beer consumed during the game.) Alyssa's starting to get better at this game, and began talking about getting a pool table for the basement, so she could practise more... watch out, world. (Erm... don't worry, world.) There were about eight pretty tight games between us. Don still won more of them, but Alyssa got some mighty nice shots in, so... there might be something to this whole "practise" thing (sshh, don't tell her students!). Of course, she also managed to "break" twice with the white ball going directly in to the pocket. And one spectacular "break" in which she sunk both the white ball and the eight ball, but we're going to just pretend that didn't happen, OK?<br><br>With all that athletic vigour in the day, we were actually kind of sleepy by the time dinner came around. But we persevered, as we'd worked up an appetite! Aly sat us, but Deb was our waiter, for the first time this trip (although we've seen her the last few years, of course). It was Alyssa's turn to pick the wine, and she went with another "old familiar" from years-gone-by, the Boom Boom! Syrah from Washington State.<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/b95d5418ea55b97ea15306dfec5d132c1b49d0a8/medium/img-0045.jpg?1437147934" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Empty glass, almost empty bottle – THAT'S more like it!</p></div><br>For appetizers, Don went for health food: the Arancini Ball (basically, a ball of deep-fried risotto), filled with Steak and Herb Ricotta Cheese and Marinated Sweet Peppers. Happily, he lived to tell the tale (even though he ate the whole damned thing!).<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/257f9fff9b3ee03d241d20f5b9ac911f5748cf19/medium/img-0048.jpg?1437148457" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">This is how the aliens gain control...</p></div><br>Alyssa decided to take fate in her hands (because she was wearing a new-ish blouse) and have the Parfait of Beets and Melon with Goat Cheese served with Greens. Happily, her blouse survived as well.<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/6a3f6d494e578f9838e4bfa256935e6911cc3feb/medium/img-0042.jpg?1437148633" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">No blouses were harmed in the eating of this Parfait</p></div><br>For mains, Don couldn't resist the Roasted Breast of Chicken with a Zesty Red Pepper Glaze, Boar Sausage and Honey Glazed Sweet Peppers. It was as good as always (he says, because Alyssa refused to type "perfectly cooked" and "awesome" one more time... ?<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/82fbf67f1b1163b23a592c5669c64afe982aa41f/medium/img-0047.jpg?1437149014" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Perfectly cooked, awesome chicken</p></div><br>Alyssa had the equally-delicious Risotto with Zucchini and Red Peppers, although it was sadly lacking a phallic sausage adornment. It was delicious, though, and there's some of it left in the "box of shame" she had to put in the fridge after dinner – which means she gets a snack this afternoon!<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/e36d9c44f28a48a2a34f5e142be288254bd283a1/medium/img-0044.jpg?1437149213" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Meat-free and phallus-free Risotto</p></div><br>For dessert, Don was excited to get his favourite: strawberries with whipped cream. And Alyssa enjoyed her favourite Créme Brûlée – although couldn't completely finish that, either. She gave a taste to he-who-dislikes-créme-brûlée, though, and even he thought it was delicious!<br><br>To help us digest, we grabbed a couple of single-malts to take to our room. We managed to stay awake long enough to finish them, but soon we were snoring again. These vacations are hard work!<br><br>This morning has been grey and rainy, but we don't really mind at all. We came down to breakfast, where Amy greeted us with a Happy Anniversary (apparently some loose lips have been sinking ships, or something...) We both went for the bruschetta omelette, which was served with roasted potatoes (tomatoes for Don), toast, peameal (for Don) and strawberries AND raspberries with whipped cream and chocolate drizzle. Oh my oh my oh my.<br><br>So now we're watching the rain from the covered porch, and preparing ourselves to be pampered the rest of the day. Because you don't have a fifth anniversary every day of the year!<br><br>Happy Friday, everyone!<br>Alyssa & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/37799712015-07-16T12:12:51-04:002017-01-15T22:52:28-05:00F&B The FourthHello, everyone!<br><br>First of all, let us apologize for yesterday's posting – we didn't realize until this morning just how messed up it got. The glitches have now been fixed (we hope!), and you can now see all the photos, plus read to the end of Wednesday.<br><br>And here we are on Thursday morning – which means our vacation is over half-way done. Which makes us sad, until we realize that in 3 days we'll be picking up our new Sweet Puppy Girl, and somehow it doesn't seem so bad.<br><br>But let's not wish the week away, as there is still much enjoyment to be had!<br><br>As could be predicted, we thoroughly enjoyed our Couples Massage with Cindy and Cheryl. They'd just gotten a new shipment of essential oils, so whipped up some Lavender & Orange for Don, and some Lavender, Orange & Rosemary for Alyssa. We felt like jelly and smelled like fruit salad when we were done. ?<br><br>Afterward, we went back to our room for water and reading – didn't manage an actual nap this time. But then we got a bit chilled, so decided to sit in the sun with our books for a while. Haliburton Honey Browns might have accompanied us to the porch... We met and chatted with another couple who was here for the first time, and enjoying some tasty-looking Caesars that Max had whipped up for them.<br><br>We didn't want to get too much sun, so after the first beers were done we headed back inside. Unfortunately, it may have been a little too late...<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/422454404bdacb13f963ff4d77ddc566b3308a00/medium/img-0038.jpg?1437060996" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Sunburn Exhibit A</p></div>
<div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/13c875fd226d1a8e19193db2c2972b30a57dd914/medium/img-0039.jpg?1437061000" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Sunburn Exhibit B</p></div><br>We still had quite a bit of time before dinner, so enjoyed our second Honey Browns while engaging in several rounds of pool (and eating the tasty bar snacks that nasty Max kept replenishing). We actually had some good matches – Alyssa came darned close to winning a lot of the time, but Don's expertise always pulled through at the end. Except one game, where Alyssa wiped him off the score board (OK, she beat him by two balls, but that's as close as it'll ever get to her wiping someone off the scoreboard, so let her gloat a bit!).<br><br>Despite our athletic prowess, we were still feeling a bit chilly, so went up to the room to put on some warmer clothes for dinner. Our waiter was Alisha again – our last night with her, as she has the next few days off to move into her new place for school in the fall.<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/a2f3c92a07b5bcf1ce2cb2a6a7c9d6632bbe908e/medium/img-0032.jpg?1437061400" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Sweet (yet terribly blurry) Alisha</p></div><br>We got a seat by the (closed) window, and managed yet another beautiful sunset.<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/42e119802ea497dbbe07e39e445fe0535b55d907/medium/img-0029.jpg?1437061514" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Better-in-real-life Sunset</p></div><br>It was Don's turn to choose the wine, and he went for a "Campo Santa Leno" Valpolicella, which was very nice, although overshadowed by some of our other choices this week.<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/c84057d7f4fa1a987bf385b0be93284a77a09cfb/medium/img-0036.jpg?1437061683" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Wine (and water – WHO ARE WE?!?)</p></div><br>For appetizers, we both went for the Warm Mushroom & Sweet Pepper Studel with Arugula salad, as Alyssa had enjoyed it so much a couple of days ago. Just as good as she remembered it, and Don enjoyed "going veg" as well. (And once again, we lacked the self-discipline to take a photo BEFORE chowing down, sorry!)<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/a10b001488566ec4e21a20b234a984911d177f60/medium/img-0034-2.jpg?1437062004" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Partially-eaten Strudel and Arugula</p></div><br>For mains, Don had the Crackling Skin Breast of Chicken with Prosciutto-wrapped Buffalo Mozzarella and Chipotle Aioli (the chef John had recommended it when we'd seen him in the bar earlier). It was served with roast potatoes and broccoli and cauliflower and heirloom carrots. It was filled with crackling goodness, and very tasty – he loved every last morsel of it!<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/0675d1df0e6577399695b68242bdbb8a93074dc4/medium/img-0031.jpg?1437061889" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Mostly-eaten Chicken</p></div><br><br>Alyssa went for the Pan-seared Rainbow Trout with Tiger Shrimp and Mint Butter – also served with roast potatoes and broccoli and cauliflower, and absolutely delish! One of the roasted potatoes and a couple stems of cauliflower and broccoli may have died in vain, but the rest was thoroughly enjoyed.<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/ad45b3ac6be4b9af75991e7bcdd3dedd71a2b736/medium/img-0037.jpg?1437062307" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Partially-eaten Trout</p></div><br>We just didn't have enough room left for a full dessert, so asked to just have a bit of the Vanilla Bean Ice Cream – Don with a caramel sauce. It was the perfect size and perfect ending, as we watched the beautiful bonfire one of the staff members had set up at the beach.<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/7c4044c5d7093b9f615935a952a4a17dd095942a/medium/img-0034.jpg?1437062591" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Firefighters are standing by...</p></div><br><br>After scaring ourselves the night before, we did manage to finish the wine at dinner, lest ye be concerned. ? And Don brought us up a Lagavullin (for himself) and a Glenlivet (for Alyssa) to enjoy in our room before bed.<br><br>This morning, Don was up first, but then fell asleep again, so Alyssa was actually out of bed first and is probably the winner of such things, should we be in competition...<br><br>Amy was our waiter for breakfast again. We each opted for the omelette this morning – broccoli, onion and cheese, with brown toast, and peameal for Don. Plus lots of coffee! It was delicious, as always.<br><br>And now we're enjoying our take-away coffees on the porch, while watching more energetic people canoe and sail and swim. We'd been hoping to set up a surprise lunch with our favourite former manager Chris (he'd left Sir Sams in the past year to follow his girlfriend – Cindy's daughter! – to the Bahamas for a bit, but is back working at a different resort for the summer). But we just got a text from Gordo that he couldn't set up the surprise, as Chris is working days all week. So we sent along our love, and he sent back hugs, and hopefully we'll have a chance to see each other again soon.<br><br>Which means we have to think of a Plan B for our afternoon. Hmm... maybe today is the day Alyssa will convince Don to join her in the WaterSpa?!?!? (Oh please, oh please, oh please...)<br><br>Hope everyone has a Happy Thursday. Ah, Throwback Thursday, correct? Maybe we'll have to throw back some Honey Brown later thisaft...<br><br>Enjoy, friends!<br>Alyssa & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/37786592015-07-15T12:53:43-04:002017-01-15T22:52:27-05:00F&B The ThirdLate Tuesday morning, we headed out to Haliburton to meet our friend Gordo for lunch. We met Gordo at the inn last year, and hit it off, big-time (he calls himself our BFF – Big Fuzzy Fruitcake). He's still working at Sir Sam's, but has been off due to a knee injury, and it just hasn't been the same without him (the other staff are great, of course, we just miss him!). We met him at Baked and Battered, a half bakery/bistro, half fish & chips spot – great spot, and seems very popular. We were still too full from breakfast to go for a full meal, so opted for coffee and cookies instead (well, the boys had cookies, Alyssa had a whiskey walnut brownie because... VACATION). We spent a few hours catching up on each others lives, and yakking away about pretty much everything, before he had to get off to another appointment and we returned to Sir Sam's.<br><br>Back at the inn, it was another gruelling afternoon of napping and reading. (And Alyssa had a shower, because she cares.) The rain and thunderstorms that had been predicted seemed to avoid us all day, though we could feel the temperature (mercifully) start to drop.<br><br>We headed down with our books and grabbed a couple of Muskoka Cream Ales to have on the porch. There was a bit of rumbling of thunder in the distance, and the skies looked grey, but still no rain in our part of the world. The skies got dark and swirly, the far-away rumbles increased, and the wind and waves started to go crazy. So a lot of other folks joined us on the covered porch, but we never did get that storm we were hoping to watch. It did cool down considerably, though, so we continued our reading in the living room instead – and by the time we were ready for our second beer, the Haliburton Honey Brown was back in service!<br><br>Then it was time for dinner. Shelby was our waiter again, and as soon as she saw us, she gave me the lowdown on which dishes could be adapted to vegetarian for Alyssa, and what the vegetarian option was for main course. THIS is service, folks! (She also remembered our pepper addiction, and whose turn it was to pick the wine – after only one previous night with us, she's got our routine down pat.) It was Alyssa's turn for the wine, and she opted for the tried-and-true Coppola "Ivory Label" Cabernet Sauvignon – listed in the "Fruity Reds", but with a nice rich & smooth taste.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/7ebe8e2d1d3ce2d6500078fd3010bcb2c6f31818/medium/img-0020.jpg?1436977261" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br>We actually remembered to take pictures of every course last night, although didn't always have the discipline to wait until after we'd dug in, so... we'll never make it as food photographers!<br><br>Alyssa's appetizer was the Sir Sam's Caesar Salad (sans bacon), with tomato bruschetta. Delicious and garlicky and Don didn't have to worry about her kissing any strangers afterwards!<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/42863f4d75b16aef77622450d52be33fdc0ffbfe/medium/img-0021.jpg?1436977480" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Sir Sam's Caesar Salad with Bruschetta</p></div><br>Don went for the Salumi Plate with Cured Prosciutto, with smoked duck breast (yup, more duck!), irish port cheddar and feta. It was very rich and flavourful, although the richness might have been his undoing... (certainly wasn't the dessert, no sir!)<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/c6879fe2d74e31eeedae4c3732598c1463374255/medium/img-0022.jpg?1436977676" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Salumi Plate</p></div><br>For mains, they made Alyssa a lovely Risotto with zucchini and tomatoes and watercress and yummy goodness, plus a delicious marinated & grilled portabello topped with grilled red peppers. It was wonderful, but a doggie bag was necessary, for lunch later today.<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/db5f6febf5ba5d87dce8b9852e0f94f96304c4e8/medium/img-0023.jpg?1436977793" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Risotto with grilled veggies</p></div><br><br>Don opted for the Grilled Alberta Striploin Steak with Béarnaise sauce, served with broccoli, mashed potatoes and purple heirloom carrots. It was beautiful, perfectly cooked, the potatoes were awesome, sauce was great. The plate was emptied!<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/71b0e8d7fd98c9a8f2ebd92015e7bf084e7ffb61/medium/img-0025.jpg?1436977944" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Alberta Striploin</p></div><br>But dessert must be had (we're sure they'd beat us if we didn't take dessert, yeah, that's it, they'd beat us!), despite fullness. And we may have made it about halfway through dessert before remembering to take photos... We were also about halfway through when we realized we thought we might explode, so saved the other half for a snack later this afternoon.<br><br>Alyssa broke the Créme Brûlée streak (although it was tempting!), and went for the Chambord Infused Cheesecake with Blueberry/Raspberry Coulis. It looked so small, but tasted so big!<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/6acd7c9717a798fc323581675370b3a8a6f1a93d/medium/img-0027.jpg?1436978369" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Half a Cheesecake</p></div><br>There weren't any fresh berries available, so Don opted for the Rich Chocolate Brownie, with Vanilla Bean Ice Cream. He ate all the ice cream but had to put some of the brownie in the doggie bag too.<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/55b2cb38380f6475e6fc4908bb6ff3d386aaac64/medium/img-0028.jpg?1436978494" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">The sad remains of the Chocolate Brownie</p></div><br>Stuffed and ready to explode, we realized we still had 1/3 of a bottle of wine left – I know, I don't even recognize us any more – so we brought it up to the room to finish up, after moaning and rolling around on the floor a while, to make room for the wine. The leftovers were nicely ensconced in the fridge.<br><br>This morning, we woke up UNDER the covers – after a couple of really hot nights, it was nice to have a cool morning! It reminded Alyssa of those music camp mornings when you'd slept with your clothes in the sleeping bag, so you didn't have to get out of bed to get dressed. Sadly, we hadn't made such preparations...<br><br>We came down for breakfast (after getting dressed, don't worry!) with our server Amy. Don went for his usual (scrambled eggs, peameal, brown toast, tomatoes instead of potatoes, HP), but Alyssa got adventurous and had the French Toast with blueberry-raspberry syrup. It was delicious – not as sweet as you might expect, so she could feel somewhat virtuous at all the fruit she was having.<br><br>After breakfast, we headed out to the patio to sit in the sun (to warm up) with our to-go coffees. And then we got an extra set of hugs from our BFF Gordo, as he'd had to come in and pick up some paperwork. We sat and chatted a bit until he had to take off again, and now we're reading books in the sun until it's time for our 1:30 couples massage with Cindy and Cheryl.<br><br>Have a Wonderful Wednesday, everyone!<br>Alyssa & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/37770802015-07-14T11:36:23-04:002017-01-15T22:52:27-05:00F&B The SecondAfter a busy couple of hours sitting on the screened-in porch, it was time for our massage. We had been a little nervous of whether Cindy and Cheryl would still be there, as we'd seen a lot of new faces. But they both came around the corner together to greet us in the waiting room, and we got nicely caught up. Apparently, when they saw it was us booking in, they cleared the rest of their schedules to make sure it was the two of them with us for all our appointments. Yay!<br><br>We splurged and went for Eucalyptus oil (which had us stinkin' purty the rest of the day), and settled in for an hour of bliss. Despite our RMT appointment last week, they still had lots to work on! We were "ordered" back to our room for lots of water and a nap, so spent the rest of the afternoon alternately reading and snoozing (while drinking copious amounts of water).<br><br>Mid-way through the afternoon, we felt a bit peckish, so dug in to some of the salads we brought – in order to use up our veggies before we left, Alyssa had made a creamy cucumber and dill (and baby tomato) salad, and a kohlrabi-apple-carrot slaw. They both hit the spot, without filling us up too much for dinner.<br><br>Opting for a change of scene, we then took our books to the screened-in porch. The Honey Brown was finished (apparently we'd had the last ones the day before!), so we each had the Muskoka Cream Ale, which is also mighty tasty, especially on a hot day!<br><br>Then, alas, it was time for dinner. Such suffering... ?<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/f3cef61cc110732f40e262c2d852fcd45705beb8/medium/img-0014.jpg?1436898650" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Alyssa suffering</p></div><br><br>Shelby was our waiter, who we also remembered from the dining room last year (and she remembered us – hopefully for good reasons!). <br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/3e0d4025115e80ec1b95facf2cc3719bfee842f4/medium/img-0019.jpg?1436886712" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">The amazing Shelby!</p></div><br>It was Don's turn to choose the wine, and he picked a Shiraz from Australia called Baan. We don't tend to have much luck with Australian wines, but trusted Sir Sam's, and we're glad we did, because it was nice and rich and delicious.<div> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/e8547cbc2e7fd5d1f715663f93bb1ac442baabca/medium/img-0013.jpg?1436886697" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Is the bottle half full or... oh crap, only a quarter full.</p></div>
<br><br>Appetizers were a Mushroom & Sweet Pepper Strudel for Alyssa, with mixed greens on the side – absolutely delicious! Don went for the Roasted Beet, Apple & Walnut Salad, with warm goat cheese and spiced carrot puree with mixed greens, which was very rich and flavourful. Against the norm, Alyssa had managed to scarf down her whole appetizer before Don!<br><br>For mains, Don – who is now a duck addict, apparently! – went for the Pan Seared Muscovy Duck with Star Anise and Blueberry Compote. It was perfectly cooked, and the sauce was beautiful, with a nice selection of potatoes and roast vegetables on the side. <br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/0bacdf1aad245877fecea11b355ee92c8bfe563e/medium/img-0017.jpg?1436898301" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Muscovy Duck</p></div>
<br><br>Alyssa had the Butternut Squash Ravioli with grilled vegetables and a pesto sauce. The ravioli was nice and light, so Alyssa was also able to hoover her entire main course, and even finished this before Don as well! (All this relaxing works up a girl's appetite...)<br> <div class="captioned justify_center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/de78fa0423d2919e6d0f94dc975411df1b4592c3/medium/img-0012.jpg?1436898414" class="size_orig justify_center border_" /><p class="caption">Butternut Squash Ravioli</p></div>
<br><br>Alyssa couldn't resist the Crème Brûlée again (although managed to not eat the whole thing). Don went for blueberries again, this time with vanilla bean ice cream.<br><br>After dinner, we went to the bar, in order to entertain Adam (the bartender), Alisha (waiter, who was hanging out after her shift) and John (one of the chefs, also hanging out after his shift) with our awesome pool prowess. With another Muskoka Cream Ale for Alyssa, and some Rye & Soda for Don. Don won the first game nicely. Then lost the second. And then Alyssa lost the third. (We swear, there's a magnet on the 8-ball!). Despite the air conditioning, it was actually much hotter in the bar, so we went for a quick bit of air out front, and then up to our room for the night.<br><br>Sit down, because this next bit is going to psych out anyone who knows us: We got up early and made it down to breakfast for 9am this morning!<br><br>Everyone OK?<br><br>Aly was our waiter again, and we had a nice visit with the owner, Ryan. Don had the omelette with mushrooms, red peppers and mixed cheeses – with peameal on the side, of course. Alyssa went for scrambled eggs. We were both tempted by the blueberry waffles, but our sweet teeth ain't what they used to be!<br><br>Besides, we're about to head out and have lunch with our friend G in Haliburton, so needed to save room! It's looking like a bit of a drizzly day today, with thunder-bumpers predicted for this afternoon. So a good day to head in to town – nice planning, eh?<br><br>Have a Happy Tuesday, everyone!<br><br>Lyss & Don</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/37757262015-07-13T12:52:59-04:002017-01-15T22:52:27-05:00F&B Report: First of the fifthHello everyone!<br><br>Well, it's our fifth anniversary week away at the beautiful Sir Sam's Inn, and some of you gluttons for punishment are actually asking for an F&B report, so here's our first instalment. Looking over our blog, it seems we rarely write about our shows, just our bellies. Perhaps we oughta get better about that, so you know about the fantastic all-night concert we did on Summer Solstice, for instance. But we were probably too sleep deprived to write about that, anyhow...<br><br>We frapped la rue Sunday afternoon, so if we're going to be honest, the F&B report must begin with the salted caramel, chocolate-coated ice cream bars that somehow made it into the car when we stopped for gas. A delicious accident. ?<br><br>We arrived to Sir Sam's late afternoon, and were greeted at the front desk by Max – who we remembered from the waterfront last year, but he's now an assistant manager. Sadly Chris, one of our favourite managers from years gone by, is no longer at the inn – and it seems the staff were sad to see him go as well, so he was obviously good at what he does. Hopefully he's as well-appreciated in his new home! Also sadly, our friend Gordo (who we met last year) is also off-duty temporarily, as he's been dealing with a knee surgery. So there are many new faces we'll be seeing this week!<br><br>We'd reserved our room as we left last year, so we got our favourite room – the largest one in the inn (we think, though we haven't been in all of them), with a little sitting area and nice cross-breeze. We'd had it two years ago (during the heat wave!), and wanted to make sure we got it again for our 5th celebrations. When we walked in, there was a note on the bed saying "Welcome back, there's a treat in the fridge!". And yes, there was indeed – a plate of chocolate covered strawberries! We didn't want to ruin our dinner (after the ice cream), so with great discipline, returned the plate to the fridge.<br> <div><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/301b769e3f7517b809f8021d4ecca63a18dfdeb3/medium/img-0871.jpg?1436802252" class="size_m justify_center border_" /></div>After unpacking and ooh-ing and ah-ing, we headed down to the bar, to pick out a tasty beverage. A new bartender, Adam, was at the bar. There were some changes in the beverage selections this year too, so we opted to try the new (to us, anyhow), Haliburton Honey Brown – a local brew, and quite a tasty one at that (not a syrupy honey, but quite lightly flavoured, so still very refreshing on a 31°C +humidex day. We brought our beer out to the patio – a couple of flies, but the bugs weren't bad at all, so we just sat and looked out at the water.<br><br>Not sure if it's the same duck parents as last year, but there was a new family hanging around the dock – the babies look bigger than last year, so either they were born earlier in the season, or there was a lot more food available this year!<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/2cceca94024e291eab8e5f425f7df08d9a74df82/medium/img-0864.jpg?1436802661" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br>After all that sitting and duck-watching, we still had about an hour and a half until dinner, so opted for a walk. First we walked to the bar, then we walked (with our second Honey Brown) down to the waterfront, and settled in the gazebo. It seems to be a new gazebo, or at least they changed the roof and entry way. We took it for a test drive, and watched the beginning of a beautiful sunset.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/965876b6cb81f6e65c95fc0aa2fd062223db36e4/medium/img-0865.jpg?1436803320" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/560a8c1a09ce04b2f834db6be0fc510a7944d946/medium/img-0003.jpg?1436803219" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/0707be3c15a66952a9f9bc66e8afc53ca122927e/medium/img-0002.jpg?1436803239" class="size_m justify_center border_" /><br>After all that sitting and smiling and staring at sunsets (nice alliteration, eh what?), it was time to dine! We got a nice table by a window, and away from the kitchen – which means we didn't get an additional waft of heat whenever the door opened. (It was a hot and muggy night already!) Our waiter was Alisha, who was back from last year (although we think she was on breakfast crew back then), assisted by Deb, also back from last year.<br><br>The wine list seems to have expanded – we don't remember it being two pages before. Or perhaps they just increased the font size for old fogeys like us! ? We opted for a Zinfandel from Lodi, California, called Reds – a full-bodied Zin, very tasty (Alyssa thought we'd had it before, Don didn't remember).<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/eff9a328d992e46ea9764c0fda6517644e3e5bb0/medium/img-0008.jpg?1436803911" class="size_m justify_center border_none" alt="" /><br>We completely forgot the food photos, so you'll have to use your imaginations now. For our appetizers, Alyssa had the Vegetable Okonomiyaki with Avocado Salsa & Tiger Shrimp, with pickled cucumber, peanut & coconut aioli. Served on a rectangular plate, the centre was the vegetable okonomiyaki, which was basically a little pancake, topped with the avocado salsa, a strip of bacon (!!! – not mentioned in the menu, sorry you died in vain little piggie), and the tiger shrimp on top (not sorry, little tiger shrimp), topped with a pesto-like sauce. The cucumber and aoli was on one side, and some tossed greens on the other. Very delicious, although it would have been nice to warn the vegetarians about the bacon. Don had the Smoked Duck Bruschetta with Gruyere Cheese, topped with red pepper jam. It was incredibly flavourful, and the best part of Don's meal (not that he didn't love the rest!) – he didn't want to stop eating it.<br><br>For mains, Don opted for the Grilled Pork Tenderloin and Quebec Wild Boar Sausage with Calvados Cream (cream, apples & brandy). Also wonderful, and – if memory serves him correctly – one of the better meals he's had here. He might have even employed some food-cooing, which is usually Alyssa's department. As for the food-cooer, she had the Pan Seared Yellow Fin Tuna with Tiger Shrimp, served on a creamy risotto with fresh basil and tomatoes. The fish was perfectly cooked, and they certainly didn't skimp on the shrimp. The risotto was also delicious, and not too heavy, although Don still had to help her finish it, because Alyssa wanted to be able to walk up the stairs later.<br><br>Ah yes, and somewhere in here, the sun set. These photos do NOT capture the colours very well at all – there were lots more reds!<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/f17bf2efd7a96355cfec2bcb1049f6fa01afda48/medium/img-0009.jpg?1436804841" class="size_m justify_center border_none" alt="" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/64e8c04fcd1d86eef80735441bcb051825e4707c/medium/img-0001.jpg?1436804904" class="size_m justify_center border_none" alt="" /><br><br>There wasn't anything on the dessert menu that really tickled Don's fancy, so he asked Alisha if they could do strawberries and whipped cream? There weren't any strawberries available, but she offered blueberries instead, with flavoured whipped cream (Don guesses nutmeg?). Alyssa went for the Classic Crème Brûlée, which was delicious, although a much bigger portion than in previous years, so some of the brûlée might have died in vain last night as well.<br><br>It was still relatively early for us, but we were actually kind of pooched (all that fresh air and sitting down can be tiring!), so instead of entertaining the bar staff with our incredible pool-playing prowess, we opted to head up to the room. Don picked us up a couple of scotches (Lagavulin for himself, Dalwhinnie for Alyssa), and we ate those two tiniest strawberries with them.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/73a77ef1d60d7df083a3d74ca88bea74512ce2e9/medium/img-0010.jpg?1436805597" class="size_m justify_center border_none" alt="" /><br><br>Sleep was a little rough, with the heat, but that's supposed to be our hottest night here, and we still managed to get over 10 hours in (Alyssa actually had to wake Don up for breakfast this morning!).<br><br>Once Don was conscious, we went down for breakfast – and were the only people there! Apparently most of the other people here during the week are involved in the Haliburton Arts Camp, or visiting their kids at camp, so they were all up and at it early. We had the place to ourselves! Aly was our waiter, back from last year as well.<br><br>Coffee. Lots of coffee. :) And then Don opted for his usual scrambled eggs with peameal bacon (though forgot to switch out potatoes for tomatoes – tomorrow!). Alyssa went for the omelette with caramelized onion, red pepper and cheddar. Both were wonderful, as always, as was the nice plate of fruit she brought out for us – and a second serving of toast for Don!<br><br>So now we're enjoying the breeze (thank you, breeze!) on the covered patio, and will soon get ready for our first couples massage. Life is rough. ?<br><br>Happy Monday, everyone!<br>Alyssa & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/35180132015-02-10T21:04:34-05:002015-02-10T21:04:34-05:00Barrielicious F&B report #8: SpiceOn the last Saturday of <a contents="Barrielicious" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.barrielicious.com" target="_blank">Barrielicious</a>, we opted to go to yet another restaurant-we've-always-wanted-to-try-but-never-got-around-to-it, <a contents="Spice" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.dine.to/websites/spice_indian/" target="_blank">Spice</a>. Don had made reservations online but, judging by the look on the maître d's face, the online reservation didn't actually get through to the front desk. But he covered it up well, and set up a table for us very quickly. The restaurant was still reasonably full, and more people arrived after we did, so we didn't feel too guilty!<br><br>There is a lovely mural of mountains on the back wall, tan and red walls, some traditional paintings, and prayer flags lining the ceiling. There was some traditional music playing, but the volume was perfect – we could enjoy the playing AND have a good conversation, and nobody had to shout above anything. Very elegant, and a nice feel to the room.<br><br>The waiters were very attentive, although we never were given anyone's name, and our main waiter's voice was too quiet for Don to hear much of what he said (not his fault, obviously, but it did make for a lot of smiling and nodding). We were given both the regular menu (which looked delicious too) and the Barrielicious menu, which included Butter Chicken, Lamb Rogan Josh, and Vegetable Korma as main courses.<br><br>This restaurant also had a particular wine listed on the Barrielicious menu, so we decided to go with that – Obikawa Shiraj from South Africa. We'd never heard of it before, but like Shiraz, so decided to take a chance. And we were rewarded for our faith! It was quite a delicious wine, and we got a whole litre (hey, it's Saturday!) for less than we often spend for a bottle. Win!<br><br>Our waiter came back for our orders, and we said we'd do the Barrielicious. Don asked for the Butter Chicken main dish, and the waiter explained that nobody had to choose between the main dishes, that ALL THREE of the main dishes were included. Whoops! Chicken and lamb don't work for Alyssa the veg-head, so we asked for a moment to re-scan the menu. The waiter said they could still do the Barrielicious special, but he would replace the lamb dish with a vegetarian one – so Don could still have his butter chicken, and Alyssa could have two of the main dishes with him. After asking our spice tolerance, he suggested the Paneer Tikka Masala, which was a "2" on their spice scale (which ranged from 0-4).<br><br>Another gentleman brought out the papadum, and our appetizers – Vegetable Samosas, with both Tamarind and Cilantro sauces. The samosas (and sauces) were very flavourful. The pastry was a bit thicker than what we're used to, although not heavy, and the filling was absolutely delicious.<br><br>It was around this time that we took notice of a young couple off to the side, obviously – painfully obviously – on a first date. The young man had a beautiful Indian accent, and spent much of the earlier part of our meal explaining to his date how this food was slightly different from the food in the place he came from, so it was quite interesting to eavesdrop (not that we'd ever do that...). He was obviously trying very hard to impress her. Although there came a point later on where he started to take on a slight tone of superiority, as he explained that his culture was over 6000 years old, so obviously much more historic and sophisticated than North America. We're not sure if she – who was clearly of First Nations heritage – said something very quietly to him, or gave him the stink-eye, but the message got across it seems, as there was much back-pedalling on his part for several minutes. They seemed to get back on track, fortunately. But it was rather entertaining for a while!<br><br>Anyhow, back to food.<br><br>Our main courses were brought out in the most beautiful serving dishes! Very ornate metal bowls and platters, perhaps imported from India, but what do we know. A medium-sized platter of Kesari Pilau (saffron rice), which looked as beautiful as it tasted (although that didn't stop us from eating it!). Three small (deceptively – they looked small, but we still needed a take-home bag!) bowls of the main courses. Don's Butter Chicken was awesome – very mild, but still packed with flavour. He ate the whole thing, to ensure we could put everything in the same take-out bag (and maybe because he liked it so much, too!). The Paneer had a nice kick to it, but wasn't too spicy – doubt we'd want to go to the "3" spice dishes, but "2" was perfect. And the Vegetable Korma was a milder dish, a nice accompaniment to its spicier cousin. Lots of Naan, of course, to get every last drop of goodness! We did have to take some of the two vegetarian dishes home with us for lunch, but hey, we got to enjoy the food again! And it was delicious.<br><br>Dessert was nice and simple (which is good, because we were full, and still had to navigate the hill home!): Gulab Jamun, a single fried spongy ball, soaked in rose water – simple, not too sweet, but a nice way to end the evening.<br><br>We left the young first-date couple to their own devices and headed up the hill, silently wishing them a second date.<br><br>We will definitely return to Spice – nice environment, lovely staff, and incredible food.The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/35152762015-02-08T19:16:49-05:002015-02-08T19:16:49-05:00Barrielicious F&B report #7: Crazy Fox BistroFor Friday night's <a contents="Barrielicious" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.barrielicious.com" target="_blank">Barrielicious</a>, we opted to try yet another restaurant we've been passing by for several months and saying "we really should try it sometime" – <a contents="The Crazy Fox Bistro" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://thecrazyfoxbistro.com" target="_blank">The Crazy Fox Bistro</a>.<br><br>Since their Facebook page said they were open until 11:00, Alyssa called to ask for a 10:00 reservation (since Don was out socializing beforehand), but the person on the other end wanted to make it 9:00. Alyssa bargained for 9:30, promising we'd order right away – although we did see another couple come in at 10:00 and be seated, so perhaps the next time we should just opt for stealth.<br><br>This restaurant is just far enough away that we had to drive – might be close enough to walk there in summer and take a cab home, though. And the parking lot was PACKED – we got the last available spot, which might not have even been a parking spot, but we figured we could plead ignorance as the snow was covering any lines that would have indicated otherwise. But we were met at the door and told our table was all set and ready to go – when the host paused for us to hang up our coats, we were initially worried that she was sitting us at the tiny table just outside the kitchen, but were relieved when she led us upstairs to a table overlooking the bar and lower level of the restaurant. It's nicely decorated, with an elegant bar, and while the restaurant was as packed as the parking lot (at least when we arrived), we were still able to hear each other speak quite easily, and the background music was kept nice and low. It's got a nice feel to it, and the wait staff seemed to help each other out quite a bit, and were very friendly.<br><br>Our waiter was... well, if you ask Alyssa, it was Shannon, and if you ask Don, it was Janet, so... Shannet? She brought us the Barrielicious menus and the drinks menu. What an extensive wine collection! Not your ordinary fare, and quite a diverse selection – over 50 wines from all over the world, ranging from the reasonably-priced into the hundreds. We opted for the reasonably-priced Mirassou Pinot Noir, as it was part of their festival specials and we're cheap bastards. :) They also call their wine list the "Grape Juice" list, so it's important to note that we got our daily dosage of fruit!<br><br>For starters, we both had their Caesar salad – which was just as garlicky as our first night at Hudson, so we were very happy! It had a lemon-garlic dressing, homemade herbed croutons, and parmesan – which wasn't shredded, but in lovely small chewy chunks. Delicious! (We were both cooing, or maybe Alyssa was just cooing so loudly it was enough for the two of us.)<br><br>Don's main course was the Boneless Breast of Chicken Parmesan, served on a bed of basil flavoured buttered linguini. It was very good, cooked perfectly, and the marinara sauce was very tasty, as was the basil linguini. Alyssa went for the Spinach & Ricotta Ravioli on a bed of plum tomato basil with asiago. The ravioli was also made in part with spinach, and made for a pretty presentation, with stripes of green cutting across the pasta. It also tasted delicious. We each licked the platter clean (not literally, because that would be gross, but you know what we mean...). Very reasonable serving sizes, too – we didn't feel like we wanted to die after finishing it all.<br><br>For dessert, there were two options – Crème Brulée or Chocolate Cheesecake. Alyssa, of course, ordered the former, although was a bit disappointed that it tasted more like (cold) pudding brulée rather than crème. Not liking either of the options, Don ordered the cheesecake so Alyssa could take it home for breakfast the next day. Sadly for Alyssa, she made the mistake of insisting he just give the cheesecake just a little taste. The man who insists he despises cheesecake was actually heard cooing and, other than one wee taste Alyssa got to sneak out of him, ate the whole damned thing! No breakfast for Lyssy. He made a point of telling Shannet that he doesn't usually like cheesecake – once she got over the idea that somebody might NOT like cheesecake (I know, really?!?!?), she promised to tell the chef how much he enjoyed it.<br><br>All in all, yet another great restaurant reasonably close to home. it would be nice if they were open a bit later, but we realize not everyone has crazy hours like we do... maybe we'll just have to start eating earlier (or – gasp – cooking for ourselves!). We'll definitely be back to check out their regular menu.<br><br>One more report to catch up on from Saturday night, and we're sneaking one last festival dinner in tonight. And then we will – gasp – indeed, have to start cooking for ourselves. And get a larger wine selection. :)The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/35131622015-02-07T15:51:56-05:002015-02-07T15:58:44-05:00Barrielicious F&B report #6: RawliciousAs was the plan the previous week, on Wednesday after our yoga class, we decided to extend our virtuousness and do a <a contents="Barrielicious" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.barrielicious.com" target="_blank">Barrielicious</a> night at <a contents="Rawlicious" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://rawlicious.ca/canada/locations/barrie/" target="_blank">Rawlicious</a>. Unlike the previous week, we remembered this plan before we walked home... (Yay us!)<br><br>We were the only people in the place, other than the two staff, so we got our choice of tables (which, unfortunately, turned out to be directly below a light that was starting to do the end-of-life crackle). The Barrie location is a fairly small one, but has some lovely art and a cozy feel.<br><br>Our virtuousness quickly hit a speed bump when we saw they served organic wine. We managed to be good enough to not order a bottle, but we did each end up having two glasses before the evening was through. So much for Wineless Wednesday (our spell-check is terribly confused by the word "wineless", by the way – I'm sure it's a reflection of the English language and not the fact that it's laughing its ass off imagining us spending a day without wine...).<br><br>Their Barrielicious menu only had two options for each course, but considering everything they make is vegan and gluten-free, the lack of choice shouldn't be a problem for anyone. We decided to just order one of each and share.<br><br>For appetizers, Don ordered the Spring Rolls, which were the cold/soft variety, served with a Thai dipping sauce (Alyssa liked these best out of the two, Don the least). Alyssa ordered the Sweet Potato Fritters served with chipotle mayo – the fritters were a bit dry for Alyssa's taste, although she liked the mayo, and Don liked this appetizer the best. All's fair in love and appetizers...<br><br>The main courses were both very flavourful, and filling. Don had the Zucchetti, which was zucchini "noodles" in tomato marinara and basil pesto tossed with crumbled seasoned nut loaf and topped with pine nut "parmesan". Alyssa had the Zucchini Cannelloni, which was thin strips of zucchini spiralled around to form the shape of cannelloni, then filled with cashew nut "cheese", pesto and marinated mushrooms, on top of marinara sauce and topped with pine nut "parmesan" as well. This dish came with a side salad, which... well... seemed unnecessary, but the salad was quite good as well. We both finished our mains, but were surprised to be as full as we felt.<br><br>Dessert for Don was an apple tart, which he didn't particularly care for, unfortunately. Alyssa got to take it home for breakfast, though, and she enjoyed it the next day. Alyssa's dessert was a chocolate-orange cheesecake (made from cashews, with an almond & date crust) – it was quite delicious, and damn, it's healthy too!<br><br>It's not the type of food we'd have the patience to make for ourselves (especially with Alyssa's chopping-vegetables triggers!), but if somebody was willing to make it for us, we could eat this way quite regularly. A nice, healthy, feel-virtuous-after-your-yoga-class-as-long-as-you-ignore-the-wine meal.The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/35114842015-02-06T18:11:47-05:002015-02-06T18:11:47-05:00Barrielicious F&B Report #5: Breaking our own rulesOur plan for <a contents="Barrielicious" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.barrielicious.com" target="_blank">Barrielicious</a> had been to only go to restaurants we've never been to before. But... Tuesday night, Don had a recording client who didn't finish until a little before 10pm, and we didn't feel like cooking, so... that place around the corner whose kitchen was open until 11pm was calling our name! You guessed it – our fifth F&B report is for the same damned restaurant we reported on for number four, <a contents="Hudson" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.hudsonbar.ca" target="_blank">Hudson</a>.<br><br>When we got there, we pretty much had the place to ourselves – Devon (who remembered us – good memory, considering how many people must have come in during the festival!) was up front chatting with the bartender and one waiter on her her way home. So we're hoping that there are some other late-night diners who will start going to Hudson, because now we're afraid they'll start sending the kitchen staff home earlier! Go eat. Go eat late. We're counting on you.<br><br>Three days have passed and my brain space has been on many other things, so I'm afraid I don't remember the name of the bartender, who also served as our waiter. I'm sure her name is on the receipt, but Don used his card to pay and I don't think he kept the first page of the receipt, just the credit card section. So... very sorry, Ms. Bartender, you were very lovely and we'll try to catch your name next time.<br><br>I've also blanked on the wine we ordered. I know it was a Merlot, pretty sure it was from Washington State, and it had a funny name. Not much help, I know... it was a recommendation from the bartender whose name we also forget, though, so perhaps it's appropriate. If you go there, it was the first red in the bottom section of the wine list. Anyhow, it was wine. It was good. It had a funny name. Wine. :)<br><br>We'd both loved Don's Caesar salad the previous time we were there, so each had that to start this time. Unfortunately, it wasn't as garlicky as the first time (wondering if it was too much for mere mortals so they toned it down?), but the salad was still quite good.<br><br>For dinner, Alyssa had the Poached Atlantic Salmon. It was poached in a lemon bouillabaisse, topped with smoked trout, and served with scalloped new potatoes with crab béchamel. Delicious combination, and once again, the perfect portion size, because she ate the whole damned thing. Don opted for the Roasted Smoke Duck, served with a smoked bacon & legume cassoulet. It was the best duck he's ever eaten! And yes, he ate it all too.<br><br>For dessert, Don couldn't resist the same Pecan Butter Tart he'd had the week before (yes, the coo- and moan-inducing one), but Alyssa decided to shake it up and go for the Saskatoon Berry Crumble. Don ate the whole thing, but Alyssa had to take over half of hers home for breakfast.<br><br>As we didn't have to get up early the next day, we decided to be very bad and have special coffees again. Don returned to the Spanish Coffee, but Alyssa tried the Nutty Professor, which had Frangelico, Amaretto, Irish Cream and... I think Grand Marnier? Again, I should have written about this sooner, so I could remember everything, but it was kind of a crazy week, sorry! Very tasty, whatevertheheckwasinthere.<br><br>I've got one more restaurant to catch up on, and then we're going to try and cram in a few more before the end of the festival (Sunday). Then we'll have to remember how to cook, I guess... :(The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/35008112015-02-03T20:55:42-05:002015-02-03T21:02:09-05:00Barrielicious F&B report #4: HudsonWednesday evening, we'd planned to go to one of the more casual restaurants after our yoga class, but... we are creatures of habit, and didn't remember until we were already most of the way up the hill, and the place would be closing in about a half hour. So we opted for showers instead (you're welcome, fellow restaurant patrons!), and then searched the <a contents="Barrielicious" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.barrielicious.com" target="_blank">Barrielicious</a> site for a spot that might be open later on a Wednesday.<br><br>We were in luck! The brand-new restaurant we'd been meaning to try, <a contents="Hudson's" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.hudsonbar.ca" target="_blank">Hudson</a>, had its kitchen open until 11pm – and does so EVERY DAY. Not only that, but it's the second-closest restaurant to us in the festival. And did we mention the kitchen stays open until 11pm every night?!?!? Insert happy dance here. Late-night menu, walking distance... we're already off to a great start.<br><br>If we were good people who hadn't already walked down and up the damned hill an hour or so before (after a particularly brutal yoga class), we would have walked, honest! But it was cold and we were lazy, so we drove. We promise to walk from now on, but have mercy. Those who have walked the hill will understand, I'm sure...<br><br>We arrived around 9-ish, and they were still pretty darned busy, but they did have a table for us (we hadn't bothered with reservations, oops!). It's a long, narrow room with the bar at the front – topped with a library shelf filled with beautiful old books – and the restaurant filling roughly the back 2/3rds. There was music in the background, but it wasn't terribly loud – at least, once the "girls' night" table of eight beside us paid their bill and left (no matter how hard you try, if you're at a table of eight, you're gonna be noisy...), and it's quite elegantly decorated.<br><br>Our waiter was Natasha, who despite apologizing for keeping us waiting didn't really keep us waiting at all – sure, she had to attend to some tables, but she got to ours promptly and we didn't have an iota of impatience. We were actually enjoying just looking around and we've definitely had to wait far longer at other places many other times, she had nothing to apologize for.<br><br>We decided on a bottle of Ironstone Cabernet Sauvignon – we've had it before, so we were playing it a bit safe, but the wine menu there looks very good, and they've got lots of fancy cocktails available too, if you so desire. When Natasha brought it to the table, she noticed the bottle felt very cold, so said she'd go get us a different one (like we'd refuse wine...). The manager, Devon, came back and apologized that they've been having difficulty figuring out where to store the wine in the bar – they'd had it up top before, but it got too hot, and now they were trying it along the wall, but that was getting too cold. So she said they'd warm it up a bit for us (not sure how?) and it would just be a moment. Again, we really didn't mind, but certainly appreciated the attention to detail they both demonstrated!<br><br>Both the festival menu and their regular menu have vegetarian-friendly options, and even some vegan-friendly! It looked like there were gluten-free options too, although please double-check and don't take our word for it.<br><br>For appetizers, Alyssa chose the Wild Mushroom Purée with Black Truffle Oil – a vegan-friendly soup with tons of flavour. There was much cooing... and maybe a moan or two. Don picked the Traditional Caesar, with romaine, parmesan padano, egg yolk, and TONS of garlic (Alyssa had to try a bite, just to make sure we could stay in the same room together... and because it looked and smelled so darned good – yes, the salad was coo-inducing as well!).<br><br>The one and only ding we had against the restaurant (and this is just Alyssa being stuck up and picky): Don's plate was cleared before Alyssa was finished. Otherwise, this place would have gotten six stars out of five. :) They were super-attentive to us and the other patrons, topping up our wine and – bonus prize! – giving Alyssa a little extra at the end when the bottle was finished. (In case you haven't guessed by now, Alyssa is the one in charge of the F&B reports.)<br><br>But long before the bottle was finished, we got to enjoy our main course!<br><br>Don had selected the Prosciutto-Wrapped Supreme of Chicken, with Wild Mushroom Ragout – it looked delicious enough to make Alyssa quit being a veg-head, and tasted delicious enough to keep Don from ever leaving the land of the omnivore. The chicken was cooked perfectly, tasted incredible, and even Don may have been heard to emit a little food-cooing (though he won't admit it). Alyssa went for the Basil Ricotta Gnocchi in a Vodka Blush Sauce – yes, the f&#*ing gnocchi, but it's been a long time since that traumatic food experience, and she is ready to enjoy gnocchi again. Which is good, because this particular gnocchi was absolutely delicious!<br><br>We really appreciated the portion sizes – we were able to get through all three courses without resorting to doggie bag, and while nice and full, we weren't stuffed to the gills. We also thought the serving plates were great – both the semi-funky design, but also the way they seemed perfectly designed for each dish they were presenting. For instance, instead of a ginormous bowl of too-much gnocchi, or a tiny-looking bowl of a perfectly-portioned gnocchi, there was a regular-dinner-plate-sized platter, which swooped up and then down into its own perfectly-sized bowl of perfectly-portioned gnocchi. Not an essential thing, but again – detail, detail, detail.<br><br>As was probably easily predictable to anyone who's read our F&B report before, Alyssa pounced on the Vanilla Bean Creme Brûlée for desert, because it was there. :) And it was everything that makes creme brûlée one of her favourite choices for dessert, in yet another perfect portion size. Coo coo coo. Don opted for the Pecan Butter Tart (probably also predictable) with French Vanilla Bean Ice Cream. He moaned a little bit. It was decadent. Alyssa stole a wee bite and there was cooing, moaning, and some rolling of eyes into the back of her head. In a good way. A great way. We forgot to check, but we are desperately hoping this item is on their regular dessert menu. Oh please oh please oh please.<br><br>We didn't want to leave. We chatted a bit with Devon and Natasha and another waiter whose name we didn't catch, but we thought we recognized her from somewhere else (we were wrong), and then we realized that if we ordered something else, then we didn't HAVE to leave. Because we're a little brilliant that way. (And they had already told us it was against health regulations to leave our toothbrush in the bathroom and put our sleeping bags along the bar...)<br><br>So we topped the night off with a couple of decaf Spanish coffees – no whipped cream, because we're very virtuous angels – and stuck around until the birthday celebrations at the bar made us think we ought to leave the party. But we'll be back... oh yes, we'll be back. (And we may try to sneak in the sleeping bags, anyhow...)The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/34988542015-02-01T19:29:25-05:002015-02-01T19:35:29-05:00Much-belated F&B report #3 – The FarmhouseSorry for the delay, folks – we've been busy doing the sort of work that we actually get paid for (so we can afford to go to all these Barrielicious restaurants), so fell behind on the F&B report.<br><br>Monday, however (yes, almost a full week ago), we were ready to eat again, and opted to try <a contents="The Farmhouse" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.thefarmhouse.ca" target="_blank">The Farmhouse</a> – about which we'd already heard good things from friends. We were also excited to see that their kitchen is open until 11pm on Mondays, which is great for night owls such as ourselves. They're also vegetarian-friendly, self-described "animal lovers and tree huggers" and locally source their ingredients.<br><br>We'd called in for a 9:00 reservation, although most people were leaving as we were coming in, so we would have been fine without one – apparently they'd had a very busy night, though! As we were coming in, a departing couple gave us the "thumbs up" and said the food was great, so we were encouraged.<br><br>The restaurant is housed in what was originally a YMCA, and is decorated to look like... yes, a farmhouse. It has a resident ghost or two, probably from the days when it sheltered travellers coming through the local railway station, and a cleaning lady who was apparently murdered there. We didn't see anything, but we were on the main floor and the ghost activity seems to take place on the second floor. We were happy to see that they also do farm-style breakfasts on the weekends, so we'll be back for that sometime soon.<br><br>Our waiter was Amanda, and she introduced the Barrielicious menu to us – there was quite a huge selection available, with a couple of special entrees available for a surcharge. Of course, this made it difficult to decide... We ordered a Mirassou Pinot Noir (which we've since found in the LCBO, from California), which we've never tried before, but was quite delicious, especially for one of the less-expensive California offerings.<br><br>Don decided to indulge his inner carnivore, and started with the Crispy Salt 'n' Pepper Chicken Wings, served with cucumber dill yogurt and Farmhouse hot sauce. He's not usually a yogurt fan, but the combination of the two sauces was irresistible, and the wings were perfectly cooked. Alyssa opted for the Farmhouse Flatbread & Dip, which was made of roasted mushrooms, sundried tomatoes, kale and goat cheese, with grilled flatbread. It could have easily served two, or even been a meal unto itself, but it was deceptively light-textured and absolutely delicious (there was much cooing and moaning during appetizers!), so other than a taste offered to Don, she ate the whole damned thing. And it was worth it.<br><br>For our main course, Alyssa chose the Crispy Local Trout with Maple Lemon Butter, accompanied by heirloom carrots and cabbage, sautéed in a basil-lemon butter. The fish was beautifully cooked, with just a hint of spice to it, and the carrots were crisp-tender, exactly how she likes them. Don continued on his carnivorous journey with the House Smoked BBQ Ribs, with a side of baked beans. Amanda laughed as she served them, because they looked kind of like Brontosaurus ribs, and she did warn us that their servings aren't usually that huge. The ribs were perfectly cooked, although a little on the mild side for Don's taste, and the beans were good too. We both ended up taking half our meals home for lunch the next day (although they were both good reheated as well!).<br><br>But yes, Barrielicious meals come with dessert! And, surprisingly, we each managed to finish our desserts. Alyssa went the light route, and had the Angel Food Cake with Berry Compote, which wasn't too sweet, and was delicious. Don went for the Chocolate Torte with Pecan Crust, which was sinfully good – Alyssa might have been cooing again when she tried a taste.<br><br>We were certainly full, but not painfully so. And with delicious food, nice atmosphere, great service and... late night kitchen and weekend breakfasts until 2pm (!!!), we shall definitely return to The Farmhouse very soon.The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/34857612015-01-25T18:50:04-05:002015-01-25T18:50:04-05:00Barrielicious F&B report, day 2Sorry to be so late in making this report – we ate SO MUCH last night, that we were in no place to talk about food for quite some time. (But it was worth it!)<br><br>Our restaurant choice for Saturday was the new <a contents="Made In Mexico" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://madeinmexicorestaurant.com" target="_blank">Made In Mexico</a> restaurant, which we'd already heard great things about. Actually, that had been our first choice on Friday night, but we were late in making the reservation, and our several calls to the restaurant that evening didn't get answered, so we figured it must be too busy to sneak in. So we called first thing Saturday morning, but again, couldn't get an answer – but the cheery voice on the answering machine said to leave the day, time and number of people you wanted to make a reservation for, and they'd call back to confirm. So we left that message a little after 11:30, their opening time (at least, one of the versions of their opening time – the phone message, website and Facebook page all give different versions of when they're open, as did the waitress we asked as we were leaving, so it would probably be helpful to all if they got a consistent message out there).<br><br>Later that afternoon, we realized nobody had phoned back, so attempted a few more phone calls, all of which got routed to the answering machine – ah well, we figured, they must be busy, and surely someone would have called if they were already too full to accommodate more? So we made the trek down the hill and over to the restaurant for what we thought was our 9:00 reservation. Of course, the young women at the front desk had no record of our call. Hmmm... not off to a great start, customer-service-wise. But they did have a table for two available, fortunately, so we got seated anyhow.<br><br>The atmosphere at Made In Mexico is far more casual than where we were the night before (which suits us fine), with funky art and facts about Mexican celebrities, cultural icons and traditional foods covering the walls. So even if your date is totally boring, you'll find something to entertain you here. :) It was again a bit loud for us, and we were probably the oldest people in the room, but such is usually the case when we eat downtown on a weekend – we have reminded ourselves to save downtown restaurants for weeknights, as we learned shortly after moving here.<br><br>Our waiter was Sarah, who came right to our table – despite how busy everyone seemed to be with their full house – and answered all our questions about the differences between the various dishes. Don asked her what the darkest Mexican beer was, and she suggested the Negro Modelo – we both ordered one, and it was quite good. We realized after the fact that there was a delicious-looking Margarita menu (seriously, Lyss & Don, check out the hooch menu before ordering cocktails next time!), which we probably would have started with had we not become so fixated on the beer menu...<br><br>Of all the Barrielicious menus we've seen so far (many are posted online), this restaurant probably had the most choices available, and stated quite clearly that vegetarian options were available, so it's definitely less restrictive than some of the festival's menus – yay Made In Mexico, and thank you for your inclusivity! Their every-day menu looks incredible too, so we're looking forward to returning sometime soon. Most of their food is cooked reasonably mildly, but if you like to make your ears burn when you eat, you can ask them for one of their homemade hot sauces. They also have gluten-free options if you need them. As we said, very inclusive and lots of choice.<br><br>For appetizers, Don wanted to have the Chorizo Empanadas (because... Chorizo!), but they were unfortunately sold out of those, so he opted for the cheese nachos instead. No crappy store-bought tortilla chips here, everything is "homemade" from the owner's family recipes. And the man who doesn't usually like sour cream ate the whole thing – even the sour cream. So you know he must have liked it. :) Alyssa opted for the guacamole and chips, since we usually share an appetizer and Don doesn't like guacamole (although maybe he would, here!). It was the way she loves it best, not pureéd, with nice chunks of avocado, topped with bits of red onion and tomato. She also ate the whole darned thing, which was probably a big mistake... although it didn't seem too large at the time.<br><br>Sarah had warned us that they were quite busy with the festival, and there might be a bit of a wait for our food, but everything came to us quite quickly – probably because there were only two of us, it wasn't that big a deal. We almost turned away our appetizers, since they had come so quickly and we assumed they were actually for another table! All the wait staff and bar staff seemed very friendly, and helped each other out when needed – some of them were even still dancing to the music (stereo, not live) by the end of the night!<br><br>We each grabbed another Negro Modelo to have with our main course – we've seen it in the LCBO, if you're interested in trying it, it was quite a refreshing dark beer. And our main also came in good time. Our eyes pretty much popped as our meals came to the table – they certainly don't skimp on the portion sizes here! Don had the Grilled Chicken Burrito – which looked like it must have been made with a 3-foot-radius tortilla, it was so huge – with Mexican Rice and House Salad as his sides. The burrito was so delicious, he wanted to eat the whole thing, but wisely stopped half way and got a take-away container for the rest (it is a rare occasion when Don doesn't finish everything on his plate). The rice was a bit dry for his taste, but still tasty. Alyssa went for the "pink vegetables" and had the Seafood Enchiladas Gratinadas (crab, shrimp, and lots of cheese), with Lime Rice and Refried Beans as her sides. There were four enchiladas, and she ate two of them, but should probably have only eaten one – nevertheless, the painful walk home was totally worth it, and she can't wait to eat her leftovers. The lime rice was also very nice, although if you're a person with a cilantro aversion, you should be aware that there's a lot of cilantro in this dish. The refried beans were also delicious, and will probably be delicious again when re-refried as leftovers. :)<br><br>Thank goodness we hadn't ordered the deep-fried ice cream or cheesecake for dessert, because we were already feeling like Monty Python's Mr. Creosote by this point. We'd both ordered the Churros instead – basically three sugar-sprinkled deep-fried strings of batter with a sweet dipping sauce. Don said he'd only have one, but ate all three; Alyssa pooped out after one and a half.<br><br>But we were still kicking ourselves for not having Margaritas earlier, and had seen some delicious ones passing by all night, so... what the heck, it was Saturday, right? We both ordered frozen Margaritas – Don chose Mango (delicious, but filling), and Alyssa the Lime (also delicious, less filling). Funnily enough, we old farts closed the place! We were feeling guilty for being the only guests left, so drank a bit fast and gave ourselves ice-cream-headaches, but again... the pain was worth it! :) Next time, we'll sip more slowly though...<br><br>So our overall impressions of Made In Mexico are that the food is incredible, and the staff are great. Bit of a complaint with the reservation process and lack of phone-answering, but we'll chalk that one up to a crazy-busy festival for a newly-opened restaurant, and hope the process works better next time. Bathroom stalls were not in the greatest shape (only 2 of the 3 stalls in the women's washroom had functioning locks, and you had to wrestle the doors to get the existing locks to function), which is strange for a merely-one-month-old establishment, but they were clean. And did we mention how delicious the food was? Because the food is definitely delicious.<br><br>Unfortunately, the food was SOOOO delicious that our walk home – especially the hill at the end – was rather painful, and we had to spend a couple of hours moaning on the couch before we thought it was safe to go to bed. At the very most, we tend to be 1-1/2 course meal kind of people (and even then, Alyssa usually still has some to take home), so two nights in a row of 3-course meals seems to have been a bit much for us (thank Dog we've got the Bowflex!). Which means we've decided to take tonight off, and just eat some leftovers (from last night, plus a little bit of Thursday's home-cooked Black Beans & Spinach with Cheese Grits) at home today. Double treadmill today, triple workout tomorrow, and we'll be good as new for Monday's Barrilicious dinner. <br><br>It's a delicious job, but somebody's gotta do it.The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/34843112015-01-24T14:48:20-05:002015-01-24T14:48:20-05:00Winter F&B ReportHello, friends!<br><br>We've been dealing with kind of a cruddy end to 2014 and beginning of 2015, so have been rather silent recently (other than a super-fun gig earlier this month, which we'll post about soon, once Alyssa gets the video links working...). But we've decided to drown our sorrows in <a contents="Barrielicious" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.barrielicious.com" target="_blank">Barrielicious</a> – a food festival running January 23 - February 8. There are over 40 restaurants participating, so we won't be able to get to them all, but damn it, we'll do our best! Each restaurant offers a 3-course meal for either $15, $20 or $25 per person, so we're using it as an affordable way to test out some of the restaurants in our new city. We may be gaining a few pounds and blowing our "no wine on weekdays" idea, but what the heck, life is short.<br><br>Last night, we opted to try a restaurant just down the hill from us, which we've walked by many times but never ventured in: <a contents="Shirley's Bayside Grille" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://shirleysbaysidegrille.com" target="_blank">Shirley's Bayside Grille</a>. For some reason, the name had always made each of us think of the place as somewhere between Fran's and Al's Diner, but it turns out, we were horribly wrong, and have found a new neighbourhood favourite! (Although the walk back up the hill after a 3-course meal was a little nasty...)<br><br>We were a little nervous walking in, as the room was quite full and loud AND there was a drum set mid-room, but the guy playing it (never caught his name – he introduced the singer, and that would have been a perfect time for her to introduce him, but... she was apparently one of "those" singers...) was very tasteful and sensitive to the room, and – while not perfectly – Don was able to hear most of what was going on. When we go back, though, we'll be sure to ask for a corner table, to make it a little easier on the ears.<br><br>Our waiter was Liz, who was very friendly and professional. One of Alyssa's pet peeves (as a slow eater) is how so many waiters these days seem to be in a rush to get you the hell out of there, and will clear one person's plate when the other is still eating – not only did Liz wait for us both to be finished before clearing, she also left us a decent amount of time between courses before bringing the next one. Oh, if only all wait staff were as courteous as Liz... OK, rant over. :)<br><br>As we realized too late that they have a crazy-extensive <a contents="martini" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://shirleysbaysidegrille.com/menu/martinis/" target="_blank">martini</a> menu (next time!), we ordered a bottle of Masi Campofiorin from their also-extensive wine list, and perused their Barrielicious <a contents="menu" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://shirleysbaysidegrille.com/barrielicious/" target="_blank">menu</a>.<br><br>For starters, Don opted for the spicy chicken tomato soup with wild rice and baby spinach – quite spicy, indeed, and tasty! Alyssa went for the house salad, which was a perfectly balanced blend of lettuce, baby spinach, red onion, cucumber, melon and strawberries, topped with a creamy poppyseed dressing. We both ate the whole thing.<br><br>Main course for Alyssa was a perfectly-cooked Atlantic salmon, topped with asparagus and sundried tomato butter, and served with roasted squash, carrots, broccoli, and to-die-for twice-roasted garlic potatoes. Don surprised us both by going for the vegetarian dish: a huge bowl of penne with sweet peas and wild mushrooms in a tomato-basil sauce, topped with feta and goat cheese crumble. Don managed to eat the whole thing, Alyssa managed all but two slices of potato and half a piece of broccoli.<br><br>We thought we might die at this point, but dessert comes with these meals, so whatcha gonna do? Alyssa chose the strawberry swirl cheesecake (because at her age, it's important to get your calcium... and fruit is good for you), and Don went for the chocolate milky way cake with ice cream and a warm caramel sauce. We managed to each get through half – Alyssa finished the rest for breakfast this morning!<br><br>Because it was Friday, and we'd had kind of a sucky day earlier, we decided to be naughty and also treat ourselves to a special coffee. Liz suggested their specialty, "Millionaire Coffee", which has brandy, Cointreau and Kahlua – and whipped cream, which probably did us in, but was well worth it.<br><br>We told Liz we'd definitely be back – and she was kind enough to warn us that the Barrielicious portions are smaller than their usual menu. So when we return, we'll definitely split an appetizer and expect to bring home a doggie bag!<br><br>The walk back up the hill was v...e...r...y... s...l...o...w... , and we failed to break up a fight between a couple of neighbourhood cats en route, but we did make it home to spend some time moaning on the couch and promising ourselves we wouldn't eat that much again... until tonight's dinner, anyhow.<br><br>All in all, Shirley's Bayside Grille was a great beginning to our Barrielicious adventure!The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/30853972014-07-18T16:23:23-04:002017-01-15T22:52:22-05:00F&B Addendum: But Wait, There's More!Totally forgot to post this après-dinner photo Don took:<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/71e320c632132feebfe759e65cdf84dc877febeb/original/group-photo.jpg?1405714951" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br>That's Alyssa in the middle, obviously, surrounded by Deb, Sarah and Aly.<br><br>OK, that's really it now. Honest. We mean it.The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/30851522014-07-18T15:24:22-04:002017-01-15T22:52:22-05:00Final F&B Report: We're here all week, try the gnocchiAs predicted, our noses were buried in our books for the first part of the day -- we each finished roughly around the same time, which was very good timing. Don has since started the Elizabeth Gilbert book himself, and Alyssa is on to "The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry" by <a contents="Gabrielle Zevin" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://gabriellezevin.com" target="_blank">Gabrielle Zevin</a> (so far, so good, but just barely started). Then we had the teensiest, tinesiest slices of water buffalo cheese, just to tide us over a while… No really, they were very small. :)<br><br>Then it was time for our final couple massage with Cheryl and Cindy. It was heavenly, but far too short. Still, Don was totally zombified and Alyssa was in a state of gooey relaxation by the end of the hour. We headed up to our room to "recover" and drink copious amounts of water.<br><br>Then it was time for our anniversary pool match! We headed down for our pre-dinner G&T and prepared ourselves for battle. Don sunk both the 8-ball and the white ball on the first break, but we pretended that didn't happen and just kept playing -- might have been a mistake, because Don completely dominated the first game. The second game, he also had a commanding lead, but then Alyssa had her moment of glory, and cleared the table for the win. We should probably have stopped there, because we were both pretty useless for the next two games -- the last one took so long, we thought we'd have to quit or miss dinner! Don won both of those, or maybe he just lost less...<br><br>For dinner, Deb led us to our favourite table in front of the double doors -- we think they were saving it especially for our anniversary, the lovelies! Our waiter was Aly (short for Alyssa, so you just know she was awesome!). She's been serving at breakfast for a few years and we've seen her in the dinner shift before too, but she must have recently reached the age where you're allowed to serve wine (or finished her SmartServe course), because Deb was teaching her how to do it properly, and Aly said it was only the second time she'd had to do this. No pressure! We decided to splurge for the occasion and ordered a 2010 Righetti Amarone, which was terribly decadent, and beautifully opened and poured.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/3406031bdd402af273c0e9d5967bc7dec0fe7db4/original/amarone.jpg?1405709188" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br>For starters, Don had the Poached Tomato & Artichoke Tart with fresh buffalo mozzarella and basil pesto. We ALMOST remembered to take pictures before digging in:<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/d4024546cb8fdf6b6bb30eaa4afbfa74af5dc3e8/original/d-appphoto.jpg?1405709613" class="size_l justify_center border_" />And Alyssa had the Village Greek Salad:<br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/3f0567fe702a29344846565766d5586bacec6beb/original/a-appphoto.jpg?1405709661" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br>For his main course, Don chose the Grilled Beef Tenderloin with melted port-infused cheddar and caramelized onions, accompanied by mashed potatoes and roast veggies.<br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/e93681dbbb01cf25154d98c752f09ab6e8310c3a/original/main1photo.jpg?1405709733" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br>And, as you might have surmised by the title of this report, the vegetarian option for the evening was Gnocchi topped with roasted veggies and a basil pesto sauce. But guess what? After a week of NOT having gnocchi, Alyssa decided to go ahead and have the gnocchi. And it was quite delicious.<img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/13220dd55c9ecb252c3323f40cab4ead1282b9af/original/app1photo.jpg?1405709834" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br><br>For dessert, they had taken Don's not-too-subtle hint from the night before and included crème brulée on the menu again, this time with raspberries, which of course Alyssa chose. Don had a final night of strawberries and cream. Our dessert was delivered with complimentary glasses of champagne, for our anniversary -- above and beyond! :)<br><br>At the bar, Max poured us generous helpings of Dalwhinnie (for A) and Lagavulin (for D), and we waddled our way up to bed.<br><br>This morning, the sun had returned and it was warming up again -- a beautiful day! We packed up our bags and then headed down to breakfast, where Maddy and Aly were both looking after us. Don had his usual, and Alyssa had the same, minus the peameal. Then we loaded the car, checked out, and booked ourselves in for same time next year -- making sure to specially request our huge & gorgeous room from last year.<br><br>Now we're back home, with the remaining water buffalo cheese (Don bought a HUGE chunk of it!) and a couple of Lyssy's leftovers. It's nice to be home, but we're wondering if we can sneak in a nap before panic-cleaning for our house concert with <a contents="Terry Tufts" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://terrytufts.com" target="_blank">Terry Tufts</a> tomorrow night?<br><br>We're still amazed you folks read this, but happy to have entertained you with the week's Food & Beverage Reports. Hopefully we'll manage to write more before next year!<br><br>Happy 4th anniversary of the F&B Report!<br>Lyss & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/30824552014-07-17T12:58:38-04:002017-01-15T22:52:22-05:00F&B Report #6: Anniversary morning editionConfession time -- we had the space heater in the bathroom going for a while this morning. Dang, it was cold! Alyssa's old music camp friends will remember keeping clothes next to the bed and changing in our sleeping bags so we didn't have to experience the cold of the late-August mornings, but that's how we felt in July this morning. Fresh. (The sun has since warmed things up a bit, thank goodness!)<br><br>But back to yesterday morning. Which, as you will recall, was both chilly and rainy. It pretty much stayed that way all day, so we stayed inside and ploughed our way through our books, for the most part. Wednesday also marks the day that neither one of us had a nap of any sort. I'd say "yay us", except that meant we were later very tired through dinner and weren't able to stay up as late as we'd wanted. Alyssa also finally managed to convince Don to join her in the water spa, which we had to ourselves for about three-quarters of an hour in warm and peaceful bliss before another couple showed up and we figured we'd grant them the same privacy.<br><br>For those who haven't read previous years' F&B reports, the water spa is a salt-water pool with different types of massage jets spread through different areas, plus a large open space where you can just float. There's a higher level with balinese beds where you can relax in between dips, gentle music piped through the speakers, and lots of little twinkly lights embedded in the ceiling. The circuit includes a long bench with back & shoulder jets, another bench with jets that massage your feet and legs, deck fountains (Alyssa's favourite) that pummel your upper back into submission, an air bubble bed, and the "champagne grotto". Don's not such a big water person, but Alyssa could live there, if only she were allowed to eat in the pool...<br><br>We showered up and then headed down to the bar for a pre-dinner beer and visit with Gordo, because this was the last night he was working before we leave. Insert sad face here. Unfortunately (well, fortunate that they support live music, but unfortunate when the volume is too high for Don to be able to follow conversations) there was a musician set up in the bar who was too loud for our sensitive selves, so we took our drinks to the living room, where we could still hear him AND have a conversation. Gordo was busy doing managerial things, of course, but managed to come in and visit with us occasionally. Then he brought us into the dining room, where Alisha was our waiter (we'd chatted with her a bunch this week, but this was the first time we were at her table).<br><br>For the wine, we went local again -- Reif winery seems to be coming up with winners so far. Doesn't look like we can get their wine from the LCBO, though, so we're going to have to figure out how to order directly. We picked a 2011 Pinot Noir / Shiraz blend called "The Magician", which in addition to having a beautiful label tasted absolutely divine.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/3cd48e8db6d72db0263b4429cc407216c184f0b0/original/img-0590.jpg?1405612632" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/54cf51061a3555efa95e819062095fd55817024b/original/img-0591.jpg?1405612650" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br><br>For appetizers, Don went with the Salad of Artisan Greens and Portabella Mushrooms, with red onion, feta cheese, orange segments and lemon vinaigrette. (And we remembered to take photos before diving in this time!)<br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/647c1fcf8c51093b5cc6ace48d55b4a76f96591b/original/img-0589.jpg?1405612623" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br>And Alyssa chose the Sautéed Shrimp and Smoked Mackerel Au Gratin with a caramelized onion and cream cheese pissaladiere. She has decided that all food must be smoked, because it's probably calorie-free when you inhale and don't swallow (just kidding, she ate the whole damned thing). That red swizzle on the side, by the way, was not sweet, as she assumed with her first forkful -- rather, it was an intensely hot pepper sauce that would make our friend Ray proud.<br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/89a46f3028035185b0424d2344d284ea3bd04052/original/img-0588.jpg?1405612613" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br>Don's main course was Marinated Red Deer Venison with Wild Boar Sausage, with fire roasted red pepper, chorizo relish and demi glace, accompanied by mashed potatoes and roasted heirloom carrots. It looked like this and tasted even better:<br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/bc4412f1dc712fca5a2ceab9b5e3f359a562d447/original/img-0593.jpg?1405612670" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br>The vegetarian option was Stuffed Zucchini (garlic, almonds, cheese, peppers) over a bed of rice and black beans, accompanied by broccoli and roast heirloom carrots. It was delicious too, and looked very pretty until it died a horrible death:<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/6425b36dd162aca08210fd6672fb1fe44f73f6ad/original/img-0592.jpg?1405612659" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br>We were stuffed, but Alyssa's #1 temptation was on the menu for dessert: crème brulée (blueberry crème brulée, to be precise), so she couldn't resist (and ate the whole damned thing). Don met that with a chocolate-nut brownie and ice cream, which was also quite decadent but not completely finish-able.<br><br>We headed to the bar to spend some more time with Gordo, but after one glass of wine for Alyssa and a Lagavullen for Don, we were completely exhausted. Gordo poured us some (very generous) nightcaps to take upstairs, and then gave each of us quite possibly the best hugs ever known to humankind. We promised to stay in touch, and drag some friends back with us in the fall, and visit him at his get-away near Canso next summer. It would have been great to still be awake and spend more time chatting, but we were totally done in. I think we barely finished our nightcaps before the snoring began.<br><br>This morning, as mentioned, was frikken freezing. Don was up and at 'em at 7am, and waiting in the living room patiently for the coffee to show up. When he came up to say good morning and Happy Anniversary to Alyssa, he then fell into a brief coma before breakfast. We sense there will be some napping later today...<br><br>You already know what Don had for breakfast, because it never changes. But Alyssa had an omelette with mushrooms, tomatoes and extra-old cheddar.<br><br>We are now warmly inside, looking out the window as the outdoor crew mows the lawn. Alyssa may have just noticed one of the fine young gentlemen take off his shirt. Which she's mentioning not because there's a tanned and shirtless man going back and forth outside the window (although there is…), but because that probably means it's getting warmer now. She shall investigate closely for signs of goosebumps… ;)<br><br>We're both getting to the end of our respective books (Don's reading "All the Light we Cannot See"), so we'll probably have our noses buried in them for the first part of the day. Then probably a nap so we manage to stay awake for our anniversary dinner tonight! And we'll be visiting Cindy and Cheryl later this afternoon for our anniversary massage.<br><br>This is what we looked like, at our wedding four years ago today:<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/30f8349077e1945d9421d9bbde09baf473408ec7/original/tango.jpg?1405615831" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/73d1ba51942559784362d91c124ec02115ab0e48/original/smooch.jpg?1405615830" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br>So Happy Anniversary, to everyone who joined us on that day and has been with us since. Thank you all for your support in good times and bad. And cheers to lots more good times! We love you all and are blessed to have you in our lives.<br><br>Happy Anniversary!<br>Lyss & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/30799372014-07-16T12:07:08-04:002017-01-15T22:52:20-05:00F&B report #5 - and suddenly, it's fallSo yes, there was moaning and digesting after yesterday's big breakfast. Although the thunderstorms stayed in the distance. It was cool and cloudy, so most folks were staying indoors (although there were a few brave souls who went in the water, anyhow -- not us!).<br><br>After a typically lazy morning, we headed down for our 2:00 couple's massage, and were happy to see that Cindy had returned. After a bit of chit-chat, it became apparent that it was NOT just going to be a massage, but something had gotten confused in our massage bookings and it was actually the day we were booked in to have our double-session of wrap and massage (we didn't think that was until Thursday). A nice surprise!<br><br>We were back with Don and Cindy, Alyssa and Cheryl. Don chose the Mango Enzyme wrap, Alyssa picked the Cranberry Pomegranate. First we got scrubbed down with a sugar scrub, then covered in our respective goops and wrapped in warm blankets while getting a shoulder and head massage. Then we showered down and returned to the tables for an hour massage in Champagne Mimosa lotion. We smelled good, we felt great! We were the epitome of "relaxed" -- Don was so relaxed, he forgot a "selfie" is supposed to include yourself…:<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/2456b53b40d729ea69c09c2e969203d3be724a83/original/img-0018.jpg?1405525415" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br><br>Both a little dazed and dozy, we headed back to our room to relax and recover (and drink lots of water). We were also quite hungry, so ended up eating FAR too much of the water buffalo cheese and crackers -- but we couldn't help ourselves, it's so delicious!<br><br>Aaand… there might have been some snoring from Mr. Bray. :) Alyssa enjoyed his serenading while reading <em>"<a contents="The Signature of All Things" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/books/the-signature-of-all-things/" target="_blank">The Signature of All Things</a>"</em> by <a contents="Elizabeth Gilbert" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://elizabethgilbert.com" target="_blank">Elizabeth Gilbert</a>. Only half way through, and already dreading reaching the end… Beautifully written, as always, and a fascinating protagonist in fascinating times. She also enjoyed watching a 20-minute or so sun shower.<br><br>Don woke up in time (OK, Alyssa might have started her Ethyl Merman impersonations and tap-dancing routine…) for a quick beer on the patio before dinner. Many of the "usual suspects" were suspiciously absent, as a previous guest had given Gordo a big tip with the instructions to use it to throw a party for the staff. So there was a big barbecue and potluck dinner up at the staff house, and then they were going to watch a movie projected on a big outdoor screen, and whatever else staff parties at summer resorts might entail (we were anticipating a lot of tired staff members in the morning!)<br><br>Deb was our waiter -- who we'd had last year, but this was our first time this year. We ordered a 2010 Coppola "Green Label" Syrah-Shiraz blend, which Don thought was the best wine we'd had so far this week.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/b1c3f0b6230a5737229f02f73e1f8fae2f0cac0d/original/img-0586.jpg?1405525537" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br>For starters, Don chose the Truffle Scented Portabella Mushroom Strudel with mixed greens and balsamic butter. Alyssa picked the Caesar Salad of Baby Romaine Leaves (skipping the prosciutto chips) and a crusting of tiger shrimp & avocado salsa. Sorry, forgot the photos! But the tastes were incredible.<br><br>Our mains were both the Pan Seared Filet of Atlantic Salmon with grilled vegetables, penne pasta and sundered tomato pesto. Probably our best main dish so far, although Alyssa could barely make it half way through and was cursing the water buffalo cheeseapalooza from earlier in the day. But she's got a nice big take out box for lunch today!<br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/d8f37414a576302619621866261f372f43c16c8d/original/img-0587.jpg?1405526465" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br><br>It was all we could do to snarf down some strawberries and whipped cream, and wash them down with a Spanish coffee.<br><br>Despite Don's nap, we were still zonked from the double massage appointment, and were in bed just a little after 10:00. Even more unusual, Alyssa woke up first this morning, and Don slept a FULL TWELVE HOURS. Ethyl Merman impersonations were necessary again, in order to get him awake in time for last sitting at breakfast. It had been a deliciously cool night, and pretty chilly morning, so we're all bundled up in sweaters and wooly socks today.<br><br>We did make it for breakfast, and were waited on by Maddy, who said the staff party had been great, although the movie didn't start until 1am and she had to get up for the breakfast shift, so she hadn't stayed 'til the end. We haven't seen a lot of faces around yet. Hopefully not too many of them will be green. :)<br><br>For breakfast, Don had the usual (ho hum…), and Alyssa had the Eggs Benedict (minus the peameal bacon, of course). We're now bundled up, staring out at the rain, although there's some blue sky trying to fight its way through. The way the week has gone, that probably doesn't alter our plans for the day much, though. :)<br><br>Happy Wednesday!<br>Lyss & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/30774062014-07-15T11:40:02-04:002017-01-15T22:52:20-05:00Mid-way (already?!?) F&B Report #4So far, this has proven to be our laziest vacation to date -- and we're just fine with that. A bit of writing and a lot of reading after breakfast yesterday, followed by both of us having a multi-hour nap. Don did manage a bit of yoga, and Alyssa did manage watching him do a bit of yoga, and then we ate some of the water buffalo cheese (holy crap, buffalo cheese is friggin' delicious -- although who the heck has to milk the water buffalo?!?) we'd brought from the <a contents="Local Foods" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.localfoodsmart.ca" target="_blank">Local Foods</a> store, and read some more. VACATIONS ARE DIFFICULT WORK, PEOPLE!!!<br><br>Actually, we're kind of patting ourselves on the backs for allowing ourselves to do nothing. We aren't usually very good at that.<br><br>But, true to form, guilt took over and we decided we'd better do something that didn't involved sitting or lying down. So it was back to the pool table! We entertained Chris (who brought us gin & tonics) and one couple at the bar -- at least, they didn't leave in disgust, so we assume that means we were entertaining. First game was an easy Don win. The second one was really close, but Don managed to sink the 8-ball first. Third one -- Alyssa Won!!! (And did the necessary happy dance, because it happens so rarely.) The next two were Don's, but Alyssa was still so excited to have not lost one that she didn't mind.<br><br>We took a second G&T to the screened in porch, and watched the world go by. Chris came out and said that if we didn't mind waiting a few extra minutes for our 8:30 dinner, he could grab our favourite table by the double doors for us. Woo-hoo! We were happy watching the sun go down, so said we were fine waiting, as long as the kitchen didn't mind waiting for us! And it was so very sweet of him to think of us and look after us like that. (Did we mention how nice everyone is around here?) Unfortunately, the couple at the table from the early seating didn't seem to be in any hurry to get out of their chairs -- not that we minded waiting, but I think it gave Chris a little extra level of anxiety… They finally got up, and he quickly re-set it for us. And Sarah was our waiter again, so we were doubly spoiled. Hopefully the kitchen staff weren't put out too far, serving us that late, because we enjoyed watching the last pinks and oranges of sunset fade down into the trees.<br><br>The iPhone camera truly does not do it justice, but:<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/bde9401cdb31812e77249d1b88b3c03fbb363d60/original/img-0579.jpg?1405437164" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/30aa7df009121bd44b61a080847210d040edd001/original/img-0580.jpg?1405437177" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br>For our wine, we went local, with a 2010 Cabernet Franc from Reif Estates in Ontario. Very delicious! We don't see it in the LCBO, so will have to figure out how to order a case directly, because it was very good.<br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/a1c6f4eacccbd20409c4540be73bf7d6ce5da7da/original/img-0582.jpg?1405437346" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br>For our appetizers, we went copy-cat again, and each had the Grilled Vegetable Salad with warm goat cheese and mixed greens. And we actually remembered to take a picture BEFORE we destroyed it!<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/31b4e6eb3b20eda94b50171732593dc8d4e97b05/original/img-0578.jpg?1405437443" class="size_l justify_center border_" />Up in the top right-hand corner is a thin strip of eggplant wrapped around all the other grilled veggies (peppers, mushrooms, etc.), and seasoned with hints of curry. Delicious!<br><br>The veggie option was gnocchi, which, as you will note, we are no longer calling f&#*ing gnocchi, but Alyssa still couldn't handle actually ordering it, so she went with the Pan Seared Ontario Pickerel with tiger shrimp and pickled cucumber (and lots of roasted veggies). Forgot to take a picture while it still looked decent, but… better late than never?<br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/c98198675a30ba7e5fca9ab04391609625836d08/original/img-0583.jpg?1405437643" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br>Don's main course was the Roasted New Zealand Venison Chop with pan-seared pancetta in a brandy and apricot sauce. Again, we forgot the photo until it was already partially mangled, but here you go:<br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/e92f2f760325fafd7e0c9e780ff8e64b873f9383/original/img-0584.jpg?1405437658" class="size_l justify_center border_" />Both dishes had roast potatoes and beets and heirloom carrots and still-crunchy brussels sprouts (the way we like them!).<br><br>We were both thoroughly stuffed by the end of the main course, but managed to finish off some strawberries and whipped cream in the end.<br><br>We headed up to our room to moan and digest a little, with every intent of coming down to visit Chris for one last beverage and to thank him for the table, but the bed was far too comfy for us to leave, so our livers got a holiday and we got to sleep before midnight. Yes, really.<br><br>Another heavy rain in the wee hours of the morning, but it was dry (albeit grey and cloudy) when we woke up. We each beat the alarms too, so this whole relaxing thing seems to be good for us. Reading ensued, before we headed down for breakfast.<br><br>Don opted for the usual, but Alyssa decided to go wild & crazy and have the blueberry-strawberry waffles this morning. There may be more moaning and digesting at the moment, but by gum, it was worth every mouthful.<br><br>It's now a little drizzly again, and there are some low rumbles coming from the distance, so we'll probably be staying indoors for a while. An afternoon thunderstorm is predicted, so we might get a good light show across the lake!<br><br>Otherwise, we just have to figure out what to do between now and our 2:00 massage. Sigh, life is rough...<br><br>Happy Tuesday!<br>Lyss & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/30749312014-07-14T11:57:04-04:002017-01-15T22:52:19-05:00Slightly (!) hungover F&B Report #3First of all, do you remember us saying how much we liked Gordo? Well, we take it all back -- that man is mean and nasty and made us drink FAR too much wine last night. We tried to say no, but he insisted. Yes really. It's all his fault.<br><br>We might be moving a little slowly this morning...<br><br>Yesterday morning, it was rainy, so we grabbed a couple of coffees and camped out with our books, etc., on the covered porch -- along with many other folks who had the same idea. By early afternoon, however, it had become a sunny and beautiful day. Which didn't really inspire us to get off our duffs and do anything about it, other than to keep relaxing and occasionally mentioning what a beautiful day it had become. We're realizing how little time we spend just sitting and relaxing, and are trying to not feel guilty about doing exactly that. Baby steps...<br><br>Don did manage to sneak in some yoga, and then we were off to our couples massage. We decided to do a switcheroo, so Alyssa had Cathy and Don had Cheryl. Both of us opted to stick with back-neck-shoulders, because that's where both of us are usually the worst. Our backs, necks and shoulders got quite the treatment, and we were pretty loosey-goosey by the end of the hour! Don was surprised that someone so small could work his back so strongly -- I think I shouldn't have switched, because now I'm going to have to share Cheryl. :)<br><br>Back to our room to guzzle down water and moan a bit, plus have a little snack (Alyssa had some leftover pasta from the night before, and Don opted for some ever-so-healthy potato chips). After we'd recovered from our daze, we decided to head down to grab a pint and entertain the bar staff with our pool "skills". Gordo and Chris were suitably impressed, I'm sure… Don easily won the first round. Alyssa was almost poised to win the second when a former firefighting colleague of Don's unexpectedly walked in the bar -- Urs and Susan have a cottage nearby, and had come to Sir Sam's for a drink before dinner. So we showed them a bit of the inn, and then sat together in one of the lounges for a nice visit and chat, and met their lovely golden retriever while saying good-bye.<br><br>Another attempt at a pool game, which we never did finish because we got chatting again with everyone, and realized it was time for dinner! Sarah was our waiter again (apparently she and Gordo are fighting over us). We chose a 2011 Terra Divina "Reds" old-vine zinfandel.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/4a2fdfbfa25413a3a28d1894e5e7597ae3911e03/original/img-0575.jpg?1405351851" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br>For starters, we both opted for the Mushroom Strudel with a reduced balsamic butter served with mixed greens. We had both hoovered it before realizing we'd wanted to take a photo -- sorry! It was absolutely delicious. For the main course, Don chose the Brown Sugar & Star Anise Rubbed Breast of Duck Margret with a whiskey & apple compote, which was rich and delicious. Alyssa's veg option was a slightly spicy rice, black beans & dried cranberries base (with a hint of cinnamon, I think), topped with grilled zucchini and other veggies. It was absolutely wonderful, and the leftovers will make a nice lunch again today.<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/709af8ca0a97083e0cc4b0d5cce970d2fe756000/original/photo.jpg?1405352851" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br>Dessert for Don was the usual strawberries and cream, while Alyssa went for the more decadent brownie and ice cream. We brought our leftovers upstairs (actually, Don didn't have any leftovers, but Sarah gave him a box of something so he didn't feel left out -- it will be a nice surprise when we open it up) and moaned a bit before heading down to visit with Gordo. (We thought it was the last night he was going to be working before we left, but it turns out he'll be back Wednesday.)<br><br>So we had a glass of wine at the bar. And chatted away with Gordo and the remaining wait staff and Adam, who had finished work in the kitchen. And then there was some sangria in a pitcher that was just going to be thrown out, and you know how we feel about good food going to waste… we just had to save it from ending up in the dumpster. And then we chatted some more. And then had some more wine. And… oy veh. We finally stumbled upstairs about 12:30. Adam and Gordo were going to head up to the top of the ski hill to look at the moon, but… they've both got a day off today, and we had the hard task of waking up for breakfast this morning.<br><br>Which, after all that wine, was actually a harder task than usual...<br><br>But we did make it to breakfast. The omelette and the cinnamon French toast both sounded delicious, but perhaps a little too much for sore heads. So we went for yer basic scrambled eggs and rye toast, with Don also having peameal bacon.<br><br>And it's another gorgeous sunny day with barely a cloud in the sky. Even if Gordo made our heads hurt. ;)<br><br>Happy Monday!<br>A&D<br><br> The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/30734202014-07-13T11:59:28-04:002017-01-15T22:52:19-05:00F&B Report #2: Lazy Day, no Gnocchi (nookie is up to your imagination)If you don't like the title, blame our friend Paul, because when we mentioned there was no gnocchi last night, he was disappointed on our behalf. ;)<br><br>So, après yesterday's petit-dèjeuner, we went back up to our room to get the F&B report done, then collect our things and figure out what to do the rest of the day. Which is when Don promptly fell asleep. FOR FOUR HOURS. He's obviously been a little more sleep-deprived than he's been letting on… By the end of writing, Alyssa realized that her previously shady spot on our balcony had become partially sunny -- at least on one section of her right bicep. So there is a rather odd (but mild) sunburn on part of her right arm. THIS IS HOW I SUFFER FOR MY ART, PEOPLE!!! ;)<br><br>So Alyssa engaged in reading, writing and exploring the iPad, while Don engaged in snoring, declaring "I should get up", and snoring some more. When he finally awoke for good (at 3:30), he was still a bit dozy, so we walked down to the patio to read some more. It was exhausting, really… We kept saying we were going to do yoga, but… erm… look, shiny thing! Alyssa gave up on Don emerging from his new Logic manual, and went off to enjoy the water spa by herself (because Don might be a party pooper -- and that's what happens when you give F&B Report control over, you lose control of the editorial comments!).<br><br>After Alyssa returned, and pried Don's eyes from recording software (!), we got Gordo to make us some gin & tonics, and resumed our hard work of sitting on the patio -- then moving to the screened-in porch, because the bugs were starting to get bite-y. That's when we saw our friend <a contents="Bill Candy" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://billcandy.com" target="_blank">Bill Candy</a> start to set up his gear in the corner. We had a nice visit and chat before he started playing, and then were his sole audience for a few songs, until the music pulled a bunch of other appreciative music-lovers to the porch & patio. And since we were sitting and listening a little longer before dinner, we thought we'd go for G&T #2, which was also very refreshing. :)<br><br>We headed into the dining room, where Stephanie was our waiter -- we remembered her from last year as well, and she's great, so it was good to see her back. We're always impressed, especially in this industry, to see that so many people return to work here each year -- it really says a lot about how the staff our treated, and how much they enjoy working here.<br><br>We asked the burning question, each ready to pounce at the wrong answer. Fortunately for all, the vegetarian option was NOT gnocchi!!!<br><br>I repeat: NOT f&#*ing gnocchi!!! :)<br><br>For the second time in a row, we got our favourite table between the (screened-in) double doors. This probably looks suspiciously like a photo we took last year, but it's from last night, honest!<br> <div><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/32ea4cdfc8d69a00ac92545b2a8a8fcc12983274/original/dinner.jpg?1405266043" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></div><br><br>They had a featured wine for the evening, and we went for it -- a 2012 Bodegas Carelli Malbec from Argentina. Which looks like this, if you're married to Don who is sitting behind it:<br><br><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/143327/132cae166923d95e876e2ab473d21a5f11ace683/original/img-0565.jpg?1405266122" class="size_l justify_center border_" /><br><br>For starters, we both had the Caesar Salad, with baby romaine leaves, crustini with olive oil poached tomato and warm fresh buffalo mozzarella and prosciutto crisp. (Alyssa obviously skipped the prosciutto crisp part!) And we were having similar tastes in the main course as well. Don had the Grilled Breast of Chicken with penne pasta and grilled vegetables in an olive oil and lemon sauce, and Alyssa had all that, minus the grilled chicken. Don ate all his, but Alyssa saved some for lunch, because there was dessert still to come! Don opted for the strawberries and cream again, and Alyssa had the chocolate mousse cake, which should really be called "air pie", because it was full of bubbles and had zero calories. Yes, really. Oh yeah, and it had a strawberry on top, so she had air AND fruit.<br><br>We had thought about entertaining the bar staff with our pool-playing "skills", but thought we'd save that for a day when there were less guests around who might want to use the table (and knew what they were doing). So we grabbed some more book-reading time and called it a night. Because geez, what an exhausting day it had been!<br><br>There was quite the rainstorm overnight, and still pretty drizzly when we woke up this morning. So no maniacal water-skiing today, it seems… Don was up with the birdies, Alyssa up with the… um… slugs? But we still managed to make it to breakfast, and were copy-cats on that one as well -- scrambled eggs with rye toast, and Don of course had the peameal on the side.<br><br>Now we're sitting on the covered porch with books and iPads, watching some brave souls swim in the rain while we stay fully clothed and drink coffee. Looks like it's going to be another rough day. Feel sorry for us yet?<br><br>Hope you all have a nice, relaxing Sunday!<br>xo<br>Lyss & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/30724252014-07-12T12:44:09-04:002014-07-12T12:44:09-04:00The Return of the Revenge of the Food and Beverage ReportFirst off -- sorry. We can't believe we haven't made a single post since last year's Food & Beverage reports! What can we say, it's been a year… We've been busy, we spontaneously decided to move to a different city and found our dream house, which is still filled with boxes upon boxes upon boxes. But we've also both been going inward, quite deeply. And it's quite difficult to open outward, I guess, when your innards are all raw and gooey and you're feeling more vulnerable than an accidentally-hatched robin. I'm sure there will be songs about all this at some point, and we'll be throwing our innards back on the table once more, but we're still in cocoon mode (or cuckoo mode, depending on the day!), so you're stuck with the Food & Beverage reports for now. :)<br><br>Which, honestly, we're kind of surprised people are looking forward to reading. It kind of feels like "hey, look at all the glorious food we're having, but you can't share it!" But a bunch of you folks have actually asked for this so… if you don't like reading this, we'll give you their addresses. ;)<br><br>Our annual anniversary trek to <a contents="Sir Sam's Inn" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.sirsamsinn.com" target="_blank">Sir Sam's Inn</a> began rather stressfully. Alyssa had MapQuest-ed the route from our new home the night before, and we gave ourselves an extra hour, just so we could putter our way up and maybe hang out by the water for a bit before our 2:00 massage appointment. However, when we started the car, the GPS told us it was going to take us a half hour more than MapQuest had told us it would. And then as we headed up Highway 11 and got to the north end of Orillia, the traffic COMPLETELY STOPPED. Our "Beat the Traffic" app (seriously, how did we ever drive anywhere before all this technology?!?) showed a line of red for a few kilometres and orange for several more. This did not bode well… It took us 20 minutes to get to the next exit, but we managed to find a back-country route that got us clear of the worst of it. By the time we got back on the highway, though, it looked like we were going to be 15-20 minutes late for our couples massage!<br><br>Alyssa closed her eyes and prayed to all the gods she could remember, and Don somehow got us there 20 minutes EARLY for our massage. We were even able to check in early before our appointment (which we hadn't expected, since check-in time is usually 3:00). A familiar face at the front desk, the manager Chris, remembered us and welcomed us back, and we soon ran into the owner Ryan as well. As always, the staff here are incredibly friendly and attentive, and the most commonly heard phrase is "if there's anything we can do for you, let us know!".<br><br>It seems we booked a little late in the year to get the glorious room we luxuriated in last year. The room we have this year is lovely, but about 1/3 the size, and 1/4 the closet space. And, spoiled people that we are, we really enjoyed the king-sized bed last year. But hey, how much time do we really spend in the room, anyhow? The weather is wonderful -- so much more comfortable than last year's heat-wave -- and their spring renovations included a new porch with a not-leaky roof, so even if it does rain, we'll have a nice outdoor space to enjoy it. (Although, truth be told, one of our favourite memories from our honeymoon here was the night when a huge storm erupted after dinner, and about a dozen of us all crammed in together into the dry corner, "forcing" us to have a fabulous group conversation that lasted well into the night -- and Margo staying overtime to chat with us all and hand tasty beverages through the windows from the living room.) Bottom line is, we'd be happy in a closet or on a sleeping bag in the hallway, as long as we're here.<br><br>So we brought the essentials up to our room, and then headed down the stairs to the spa. Cindy, who usually massages Don, was away (but we'll hopefully see her later in the week), but Cheryl was here for Alyssa, and Cathy subbing in for Cindy. (We're wondering if you have to have a name that begins with "C" in order to work in the spa here?) After the drive up, and the week we'd had, we were definitely putting them through their paces! Although Cheryl said Alyssa's shoulders weren't as bad as last time, so it looks like our yoga classes are doing some good. Don <em>might</em> have snored a few times during his massage… It was one of the quickest hours we'd had, but oh, it sure felt good!<br><br>We went up to our room to drink lots of water and sit in dazed-yet-relaxed stupor. That started to feel a bit silly, so we decided to grab our books and have a beer on the deck. At the bar, we met a "newbie", bartender Gordo -- who we liked instantly. No, not just because he's a bartender, but because he's so warm and outgoing, and seems to have a bit of devilish fun in him. We brought our beer and books to the patio and sat under the umbrella, enjoying being back. Then another couple sat down at the table beside us, and it turns out that they're both taking courses at the Haliburton School of the Arts this weekend -- including a singing course with our friend <a contents="Eve Goldberg" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.evegoldberg.com" target="_blank">Eve Goldberg</a>! Small world, eh what?<br><br>After a second beer (which might have been a mistake, but then again… it's our vacation!), we went back up to the room, because Don couldn't wait to give Alyssa her anniversary present (the actual anniversary isn't until the 17th), which is an iPad! The two of us have been thoroughly geeking out on it ever since.<br><br>And now, after all that, we're finally getting to the food!!! First of all, for those of you who are new to the F&B report, we need to give a bit of a preamble here: Last year, our only complaint was the lack of variety in the vegetarian option. Five of our seven nights, the vegetarian option was gnocchi. Now, Alyssa has always loved gnocchi, but after that gnocchi-palooza, can still be muttering "f&#*ing gnocchi" whenever she sees it on a menu. We had said something about it in last year's comment card (hmm… maybe THAT'S why we got the smaller room?), and when Don called to book our week this year, he also mentioned it. The manager put a note on our booking, and suggested Don call back a week before just to make sure everything was in place. He did, and was reassured that all was well. Of course, that didn't stop Alyssa from declaring in the car that "if they offer me f&#*ing gnocchi again, somebody might get punched"...<br><br>So back to dinner. We had an 8:00 sitting, and a waiter who was new to us, a lovely young woman named Sarah. As there was no vegetarian option listed on the menu, Alyssa asked what the vegetarian option was.<br><br>Can you guess what it was?<br><br>C'mon, try...<br><br>I dare you...<br><br>I triple-dare you...<br><br>OK, it was:<br><br><span style="color:#B22222;"><span class="font_large">F&#*ING GNOCCHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></span><br><br>Don't worry, nobody got punched, and Alyssa is not spending the rest of our anniversary in prison. Seeing (but probably not fully understanding) the look that passed over both our faces, she hurriedly offered that they could do the fish without the prosciutto wrap. And thus, lives were spared.<br><br>If f&#*ing gnocchi is the vegetarian option tonight, however, there may be a few words...<br><br>We've totally blanked on the name of the wine we ordered last night -- we'll have to look it up and tell you later. We do remember the name of the wine we ordered but they were out of stock, for which Sarah was incredibly apologetic (not a problem, as their wine list is a couple of arms-lengths long). It was a California Zinfandel of some variety, that we think maybe started with an M… Oh bless you, internet! Marietta 2009 Zinfandel from Sonoma. (Seriously, how did we remember things before technology?)<br><br>For starters, we both ordered the Roasted Beets & Walnuts Salad, with warm herb & panko crusted Woolwich goat cheese. Flavours to die for! It was laid out on a rectangular plate, with greens on one end, the roasted beets & walnuts in the centre, and the crusted goat cheese on the other side. Each bit was delicious on its own, but when you combined them all together, well… Alyssa might have been moaning a bit. :)<br><br>Don had the Grilled Beef Tenderloin Pizzaila, with a mantle of olive oil poached tomato and fresh buffalo mozzarella. Tender (obviously) beef, great flavours. Alyssa went, not for the f&#*ing gnocchi, as you might have guessed, but for the Pan Seared Ontario Rainbow Trout, skipping the panko & prosciutto crust, but topped with a shrimp and apple tartar sauce. Both dishes came with delicious roast potatoes, carrots and cauliflower. We both ate the whole thing, other than one large piece of cauliflower that Alyssa just couldn't cram in...<br><br>The dessert options all sounded brilliant, but we were too stuffed to even attempt cheesecake or chocolate mousse cake, so we both opted for strawberries and cream. And, since we were on holiday, Don got an Irish coffee and Alyssa got a Spanish coffee. And we might have moaned a bit more. Even though it was earlier than when we often START dinner at home, we were both totally wiped out from the week, our massages, and perhaps the tasty beverages that had been coming our way, so we opted to skip the bonfire last night, and just retire to our room. OK, maybe with a celebratory scotch to finish off the night… (Yes, the day's booze bill might rival our weekly grocery bill… we shall have to try to contain ourselves a bit better the rest of the week!)<br><br>This morning, Don miraculously (or perhaps crazily) woke up at 7:00 and sat downstairs with his laptop and headphones and Logic manual (boys just gotta have fun), until Alyssa's 9:00 "uummpphhhh" of wakefulness.<br><br>Breakfast was "the usual" for Don -- scrambled eggs & peameal bacon. Alyssa had "the usual" (coffee, lots of coffee!), plus an omelette with mushrooms, caramelized onions and swiss cheese.<br><br>We're now digesting and preparing for a busy day. Which may or may not include some yoga stretches. It's a beautiful day, nice and warm with a soft breeze and sunny with non-threatening clouds. There's a boat cruise on offer this afternoon, which we might join. Also on the agenda: reading, visiting the water spa, walking, napping, eating, talking to nice people, looking at nature, sitting...<br><br>And, if the chef knows what's good for him, NO F&#*ING GNOCCHI. :)The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629742013-07-19T16:32:00-04:002017-01-15T22:52:22-05:00F&B Report -- and pouting because we have to leaveAfter breakfast Thursday, we took our "to go" coffees down to the deck to enjoy some breeze -- some much needed breeze, as it was another muggy, muggy day! I made absolutely sure to stay in the shelter of the trees, lest my sunburned chest act as a beacon for seaplanes or something dangerous... also, to avoid any more sunburn!<br><br>There wasn't time for the morning Food and Beverage report, though, as we had to prepare ourselves for our final spa treat to ourselves -- originally scheduled for later in the afternoon, but bumped to noon, so Cindy could get to a family "do" later in the day. So we just sat and sipped and enjoyed the breeze.<br><br>Our final spa treat was a two-hour appointment. A cranberry pomegranate scrub for Don, a pear and green apple wrap for me (the idea of a scrub with my sunburn was not tempting...), followed by another couples massage. Cindy said "awww" when she and Sheryl came in, and insisted on taking a picture -- she may have later regretted it, as it necessitated her getting up on a chair to get the photo.<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIOARkgefVA/Uele4yP9O8I/AAAAAAAAAak/BDtKJmM1DBc/s1600/IMG_0266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIOARkgefVA/Uele4yP9O8I/AAAAAAAAAak/BDtKJmM1DBc/s320/IMG_0266.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aawwwww...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Then Cindy and Sheryl alternately gooped and scrubbed us, and then wrapped us in our big cocoons to soak it all in and get head massages. They took a picture of us in our cocoons, too, because our hands weren't free to stop them. :)<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CZ_KGnBSXQ/Uelf0L8RenI/AAAAAAAAAaw/uzK4sujHtJ8/s1600/IMG_0268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CZ_KGnBSXQ/Uelf0L8RenI/AAAAAAAAAaw/uzK4sujHtJ8/s320/IMG_0268.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cocoons of bliss -- Cindy gave Don the pink blanket to tease him</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>After the cocoons, they sent us into the shower to rinse off the goop, while they re-made the tables for our massages. Our skin already felt incredible, but there was more to come. I got gooped with champagne mimosa cream for my massage, and Don got gooped with stone-somethingorother, which had an herb-y, flowery kind of smell to it. Massages and facial massages and lots of joking around.<br><br>We floated out of the massage room, feeling totally blissed out. They were asking about our music, so after we were done, we gave them a couple of Live Love Dream CDs as a thank you, and promised to see them again in the fall.<br><br>Then it was time for ice water -- LOTS of ice water. It was looking pretty darned threatening outside, so we decided to stay in our room for a bit, under the fan, and read / do the Food & Beverage report. Good thing, too, because shortly after I started writing, the skies opened up and rain was just pouring. It gave a bit of relief for a while, but was soon just as muggy again, sigh...<br><br>Don, of course, fell asleep. I read for a while and then was about to ditch him for the air-conditionning, but managed to spill all over myself while stealing a swig from the sleeping guy's melted ice water, so figured I'd wait until I dried off and didn't look like such a klutz. :) By the time I was dry again, Don was awake, so we headed down to the pub for a pool re-match.<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MRXIH9vKLg0/Uellj0E7zXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/bXzX6Pa5_f4/s1600/IMG_0269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-MRXIH9vKLg0/Uellj0E7zXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/bXzX6Pa5_f4/s320/IMG_0269.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div>Happy (?) to report that we're just as lousy at sober pool as we are at drunken pool. We might even be worse at sober pool, really... Just to test that theory, we figured a beer and another couple of games would determine it. Yes, we're totally lousy at both, although it's better to be lousy with an excuse. :)<br><br>And then it was time to shower up for our last dinner. Claudio was back, and had set up our favourite table for us. Don't worry, we spared you a photo from our favourite table. :) But here's the menu!<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzwXxTc64Uc/UemV6WQvnpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Oyq2c0OBUxc/s1600/IMG_0274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzwXxTc64Uc/UemV6WQvnpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Oyq2c0OBUxc/s320/IMG_0274.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thursday night menu</td></tr>
</tbody></table>We opted to do a repeat of the Rhighetti Amarone for our wine. For starters, Don opted for the Carrot & Orange Soup, Garnished with Grand Marnier & Honey Macerated Orange Segments. I managed to get a pic in before he finished:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vk7IM1Lt_Q8/UemXEYLXSHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/5tTgd1_rspk/s1600/IMG_0270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-vk7IM1Lt_Q8/UemXEYLXSHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/5tTgd1_rspk/s320/IMG_0270.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don's soup</td></tr>
</tbody></table>And I went for the Cultivated Mushroom Strudel with Goat Cheese and Roasted Peppers -- divine! I could probably have had that and dessert, and been a happy mama.<br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lXSym9bHUpk/UemXCPEQekI/AAAAAAAAAbg/F1nuc7Sr2bQ/s1600/IMG_0271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-lXSym9bHUpk/UemXCPEQekI/AAAAAAAAAbg/F1nuc7Sr2bQ/s320/IMG_0271.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alyssa's mostly-finished strudel</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Which, unfortunately, brings me to one thing that did NOT make me a very happy Mama: lack of variety for vegetarians, even the occasional-fish-eating variety. Because I still had two leftover boxes of fish in our fridge, I asked what the purely vegetarian option was. I was told they hadn't discussed it, but would check with the chef. Chef's offering -- friggin' gnocchi with roast vegetables again. The same vegetarian option that had been offered every night but one during our visit. Now don't get me wrong, I love gnocchi, and the first time I had it, it was delicious. But the next person to offer me gnocchi might be witness to me stabbing my eye out with a fork, just sayin'...<br><br>(Contrast this to our first year at <a href="http://sirsamsinn.com/" target="_blank">Sir Sam's</a>, when the chef was excited to experiment and try out a variety of dishes each night, each one better than the last, inventive, and only once resorting to pasta -- let alone more friggin' gnocchi -- but even that was so far away from your basic pasta, it was easily forgivable.)<br><br>Nevertheless, I could face the Gnocchi more easily than I could face another piece of fish, so I went with that. It was good, but pretty much exactly the same as I'd had the previous time -- and, I suspect, the same as it would have been the other four times it had been offered, making me glad I also eat fish, but wondering what a total vegetarian would do with that fork and her own eyeball if faced with seven days in a row of gnocchi -- minus one pasta. This is my one and only complaint about the food here, mind you, but it's good to get it off my chest. :)<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G3VrHKyDs8o/UemXDc4FTcI/AAAAAAAAAbo/tT4ZXNHxQdA/s1600/IMG_0272.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-G3VrHKyDs8o/UemXDc4FTcI/AAAAAAAAAbo/tT4ZXNHxQdA/s320/IMG_0272.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More flippin' gnocchi</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>Don decided to try the Oven Roasted Brest of Duck Magret with a Mango and Ginger Glaze and a Light Mustard Cream. Apparently it was good, because this is the only photo I was able to grab:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-prMVFt-Dd0I/UemXHt--uHI/AAAAAAAAAb4/JA_HaYDxFno/s1600/IMG_0273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-prMVFt-Dd0I/UemXHt--uHI/AAAAAAAAAb4/JA_HaYDxFno/s320/IMG_0273.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What remained of the Duck Magret</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>Don, of course, went for the strawberries with whipped cream for dessert, but I was tempted away by the Highland Maple Creme Brûlée, which was decadent (and too much for me to finish, unfortunately).<br><br>We headed off to the pub, to enjoy the air conditioning. Oh yeah, and an 18-year Glenlivet for me and a 16-year Lagavullin for Don. We watched another family playing pool, and thought they did a much better job than we would have. :)<br><br>And then, in walks Cindy (of massage fame) with her husband Rob. (She declared many times, "I just KNEW I'd find you here!" -- should we be concerned?) She had enjoyed listening to "<a href="https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/live-love-dream/id331412062" target="_blank">Live Love Dream</a>" so much, she wanted to buy some more CDs! So Don hopped out to the car to get her a copy of "<a href="https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/i-am-myself/id569513105" target="_blank">I Am Myself</a>" (his latest solo CD) and "<a href="https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/dark-waters/id343098505" target="_blank">Dark Waters</a>" (my only solo CD) as well, to help her enjoy her long drive to Windsor on Friday morning. We celebrated with another round of single malt, since it was our last night of Sir Sam's (but not the end of vacation yet!).<br><br>And then it was time to brace ourself for life outside A/C -- we grabbed another round for the room, just to help us survive. :) It was, indeed, still pretty darned hot out, and stuffy. Thank goodness for the fans and the ability to leave our windows and curtains wide open, to get all the air we could.<br><br>This morning looked a little stormy, but the weather held out for us -- although was still muggy as heck. Don took a few last pics from our window before we headed down for breakfast:<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-37zxeF5yuoQ/UemgQVtKXZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/7dwEs4IcWyY/s1600/IMG_0599.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-37zxeF5yuoQ/UemgQVtKXZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/7dwEs4IcWyY/s320/IMG_0599.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U960hGiljVM/UemgSMmEh4I/AAAAAAAAAcM/1Q5XvPtBZYc/s1600/IMG_0600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-U960hGiljVM/UemgSMmEh4I/AAAAAAAAAcM/1Q5XvPtBZYc/s320/IMG_0600.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLt41kuPQWs/UemgUA_xyXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/2kLFbTuHTE4/s1600/IMG_0601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLt41kuPQWs/UemgUA_xyXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/2kLFbTuHTE4/s320/IMG_0601.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br>Don went for the usual for breakfast, and I chose the mushroom, basil, red pepper and Canadian swiss cheese (?) omelette. It was too hot for me to have any appetite, unfortunately, so I only managed to get through a little over half of it. It was good, though!<br><br>Then we packed up our stuff, checked out of the room and headed home, briefly, to do laundry and buy wine and get ready to go away again for a dinner party and sleepover, before heading back up for a going-away party Saturday night for a couple of dear friends. It appears we won't be sleeping in our own beds for a while, yet. :) But we will spare our hosts the agony of a food and beverage report, so this is the last you'll hear from us for a while.<br><br>We got home to a very stuffy city and very stuffy house, which has now been wooshed away (the stuffiness, not the house) by possible tornadoes, definite thunderstorms, horizontal rain and a couple of power outages. Hopefully the drama is over now, because we have to hit the highway again in an hour! C'mon Toto, how bad can it be...?<br><br>Hope everyone has enjoyed these reports as much as we've enjoyed being able to make them! We're planning to head back in the fall for another wine weekend, so do let us know if you want to join us -- as long as it's not our anniversary week, the more the merrier! :)The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629752013-07-18T16:07:00-04:002017-01-15T22:52:22-05:00Belated F&B ReportSorry (not really!) for filing this so late, but we had to re-schedule our wrap and massage to an earlier time today, and I didn't have time to get it done before.<br><br>So... back to Wednesday, the true anniversary day. We headed down to the deck at the waterfront, where I logged the previous day's Food & Beverage report. Mother Nature decided to provide us with some entertainment. For some reason -- we're guessing territorial -- a loon was not too impressed that a duck and her 5 almost-grown ducklings were hanging out at the end of the boat dock. It wound up and TORPEDOED itself into the group, sending one duckling and mother to safety on one side, and the four other ducklings to the other.<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sTARSaFmxGI/Ueg83EgD4LI/AAAAAAAAAWo/5_HVdl0UeNI/s1600/IMG_0238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-sTARSaFmxGI/Ueg83EgD4LI/AAAAAAAAAWo/5_HVdl0UeNI/s320/IMG_0238.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Four lost ducklings</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Then, of course, they couldn't find each other, because a bunch of boats were in the way and, apparently, ducks are about as smart as sheep. Or at least this particular family of ducks.<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ey8QUDrqIg/Ueg825SHIvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/DKd5Ioznh64/s1600/IMG_0239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ey8QUDrqIg/Ueg825SHIvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/DKd5Ioznh64/s320/IMG_0239.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mama and Bubba duck</td></tr>
</tbody></table>After much pathetic quacking, Max, the waterfront guy, decided to try and steer the babies towards the mother -- because the mother was quacking and looking in the complete opposite direction (Darwin in action?). Apparently the four ducklings are a bit more intelligent than Mama and their one sibling, because once he started them in the right direction, they happily swam, walked, and then swam again to their family -- who were still looking in the opposite direction when they arrived. These four obviously got Dad Duck's intelligence...<br><br>The loon continued to hover for a while, but eventually decided to leave them alone again.<br><br>And so, with that little adventure over, Don decided to try another one -- Waterskiing! As he "warned" Max and I, he hadn't been on waterskis for about 35 years, so he hoped he still remembered how to do it. Max said he'd go easy on him, and got him all suited up, and asked me into the boat to take pictures and be a spotter. I mistakenly said yes (more on that later...).<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G7P9mRVlex4/Ueg-k2up9XI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Yth1SvfrxeI/s1600/IMG_0240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-G7P9mRVlex4/Ueg-k2up9XI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Yth1SvfrxeI/s320/IMG_0240.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don getting ready to waterski, Max jumping in the boat</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQjFch-gZ1k/Ueg-_gHR9wI/AAAAAAAAAXA/K2K3HqBPYyM/s1600/IMG_0241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQjFch-gZ1k/Ueg-_gHR9wI/AAAAAAAAAXA/K2K3HqBPYyM/s320/IMG_0241.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting in!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Don wanted to do a dock start, but Max didn't trust the dock to not give slivers where you don't want slivers, so the water start seemed the better choice.<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AYza4TUk7BM/Ueg_xz9UjSI/AAAAAAAAAXI/xsJty7qCCvY/s1600/IMG_0242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-AYza4TUk7BM/Ueg_xz9UjSI/AAAAAAAAAXI/xsJty7qCCvY/s320/IMG_0242.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here he goes!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The sun was so bright, I couldn't see a darned thing through the camera, so just shot a bunch of pictures and hoped Don was somewhere in some of them. As you can see, he was!<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYR7JmDomPg/UehAOcxMzbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/r7ko71vyAe8/s1600/IMG_0247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYR7JmDomPg/UehAOcxMzbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/r7ko71vyAe8/s320/IMG_0247.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sT1VybCGvjQ/UehAOXyVEJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/8JtBW0vE3F0/s1600/IMG_0248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-sT1VybCGvjQ/UehAOXyVEJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/8JtBW0vE3F0/s320/IMG_0248.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4onWz-8LRNw/UehAFO-oskI/AAAAAAAAAXg/EHkcDq-zSHg/s1600/IMG_0243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-4onWz-8LRNw/UehAFO-oskI/AAAAAAAAAXg/EHkcDq-zSHg/s320/IMG_0243.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFf7Vr3W8Mc/UehAEE7Xs8I/AAAAAAAAAXY/uYNDDPMTXO8/s1600/IMG_0244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFf7Vr3W8Mc/UehAEE7Xs8I/AAAAAAAAAXY/uYNDDPMTXO8/s320/IMG_0244.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d1auGxkMEkc/UehAC2kp6bI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/o4okeMMgNy0/s1600/IMG_0245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-d1auGxkMEkc/UehAC2kp6bI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/o4okeMMgNy0/s320/IMG_0245.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0nyz83ZF84/UehALhmemzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/oAY4lpNPXhw/s1600/IMG_0246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0nyz83ZF84/UehALhmemzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/oAY4lpNPXhw/s320/IMG_0246.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br>Max was laughing at Don's whole "I wonder if I'll remember how to do it?" statement, and said he was lasting twice as long as guys half his age. In fact, he used Don as an example of how to do it properly with a young guy he was trying to teach!<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sYIbccQ6AIs/UehBBkwxxEI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Nf_8OwdChXg/s1600/IMG_0249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-sYIbccQ6AIs/UehBBkwxxEI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Nf_8OwdChXg/s320/IMG_0249.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7VVDKL-7y70/UehBCrZ4s4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/aZKiqqPApZc/s1600/IMG_0250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-7VVDKL-7y70/UehBCrZ4s4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/aZKiqqPApZc/s320/IMG_0250.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhnYdV8xRV4/UehBA4IzFeI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LjFuN022zPQ/s1600/IMG_0251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-XhnYdV8xRV4/UehBA4IzFeI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LjFuN022zPQ/s320/IMG_0251.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6uvw5TIQgfI/UehBHTVc41I/AAAAAAAAAYY/XNantsiEL-o/s1600/IMG_0252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-6uvw5TIQgfI/UehBHTVc41I/AAAAAAAAAYY/XNantsiEL-o/s320/IMG_0252.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BPbiWdwib2U/UehBHhVSxUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/xpllkLs3rZ0/s1600/IMG_0253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-BPbiWdwib2U/UehBHhVSxUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/xpllkLs3rZ0/s320/IMG_0253.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br>After about 5 minutes, he did start to look tired, though and signalled to head back to the dock. At which he did a perfect "dismount" (or whatever the heck you call it), and the crowd went wild. :) Waterski star!!!<br><br>What Don *HADN'T* told us before was that he had only been waterskiing THREE TIMES before in his entire life. What the heck is such a natural-born athlete doing with me? I have no clue...<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy Waterskiing Star!!!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>He was happy to do it, though, despite feeling a wee bit (!) on the sore side today. Good thing we had massages booked! (Cindy admonished him to do more stretching and take care of himself.)<br><br>I, on the other hand, didn't fare so well. But I now have a really great retort for the people who tease me for staying in the sun all day. Less than ten minutes spent NOT in the shade all day, and this is what happened in those less-than-ten minutes to my damned Celtic skin:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ib30_h4E48M/UehCe2XbolI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lqnkXJf0XIQ/s1600/IMG_0255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-ib30_h4E48M/UehCe2XbolI/AAAAAAAAAY4/lqnkXJf0XIQ/s320/IMG_0255.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Curse you, Celtic heritage!!! Less than ten minutes ALL DAY, and this is what happens...</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>I went back to the damned shade.<br><br>Although we had planned to have a nice anniversary Jacuzzi, we just couldn't fathom the idea of adding any more humidity to our already-boiling room (although the housekeeping staff had, unasked, brought us in a second fan -- THANK YOU!!!). So we decided to hop into the air-conditioned (!) car and head out for an anniversary ice cream cone instead. Which we ate inside the air-conditioned car, because it started to melt immediately... (For those of you who would like to compare us to Mayor Ford, let us reassure you that we don't have an SUV, it's a hybrid, and was on eco battery power the whole time, plus... ICE CREAM.)<br><br>Back at the Inn, Don presented me with a beautiful blue dress he'd bought as an anniversary present. And promptly fell asleep, because the waterskiing had completely done him in. I read a bit, puttered a bit, and then... damn it, I was hot and the pub is air conditioned, so... I left him a note and went to the pub without him. :)<br><br>It didn't take too long for him to join me -- I guess he has a spidey-sense about beer or something.<br><br>And then -- anniversary dinner!<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Crse4DNWy-s/UehE6iaOpYI/AAAAAAAAAZI/RxLqLGbaeJs/s1600/IMG_0257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-Crse4DNWy-s/UehE6iaOpYI/AAAAAAAAAZI/RxLqLGbaeJs/s320/IMG_0257.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br><br>Shelby seated us and brought our water and bread, but Stephanie was our waiter -- in fact, we pretty much had her to ourselves, as the other two tables left pretty quickly after we arrived! (Pays to eat late...)<br><br>We had been starting at a particular bottle of wine all week, and decided to take the splurge for our anniversary. We joked that the most expensive bottle we bought might turn out to be the one we liked least, but it was definitely worth the splurge! AND it's a Canadian wine: The Laughing Stock Vineyard's "Blind Trust" 2010:<br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NDkEE5LK9kA/UehFrVhlMMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/l_UEzgBnDWw/s1600/IMG_0258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-NDkEE5LK9kA/UehFrVhlMMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/l_UEzgBnDWw/s320/IMG_0258.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our Blind Trust was well rewarded!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>For appetizers, Don got the Mushroom Bisque garnished with Mushroom Croutons. I forgot to take a picture of it in time, but this is what it looked like when he'd practically licked the bowl, it was that good:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zt-82GShm9Y/UehGHHt1EII/AAAAAAAAAZY/00iMKa-Bgcc/s1600/IMG_0259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-zt-82GShm9Y/UehGHHt1EII/AAAAAAAAAZY/00iMKa-Bgcc/s320/IMG_0259.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The final remains of the Mushroom Bisque</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I opted for the Warm Woolwich Goat Cheese with Sambuca Macerated Strawberries. I assumed macerated meant mushed up, but it actually means soaked in booze. I like macerated strawberries. :) Did manage to get a better picture of that, because I eat even more slowly than usual when it's too hot outside:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FTZ2-OaTamI/UehGjAF_HOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6k6bYOKtSIg/s1600/IMG_0260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-FTZ2-OaTamI/UehGjAF_HOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6k6bYOKtSIg/s320/IMG_0260.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not-quite-finished goat cheese salad</td></tr>
</tbody></table>For main course, we both chose the Bourbon & Pecan Glazed Atlantic Salmon with a Salsa of Peaches & Pickled Cucumbers. Didn't manage a photo... I do have a box of leftovers, but I don't think the chef, after all his hard work, would appreciate the presentation in a cardboard box after we'd waddled up the stairs and left in in the fridge all night...<br><br>Here's another picture of a beautiful sunset, instead:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8PPehlr56g/UehHr22mwPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6gGbv_STj3s/s1600/IMG_0261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8PPehlr56g/UehHr22mwPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6gGbv_STj3s/s320/IMG_0261.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The second-last beautiful sunset picture we'll make you look at this trip...</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>Suffice it to say, the salmon was delicious, and the unbearable weather was the only reason I couldn't finish it all.<br><br>That and dessert, of course. :)<br><br>As mentioned, it was unbearably hot, so we asked Stephanie to bring our dessert to us in the (did I mention air-conditioned) pub instead of staying in the dining room. We had, of course, fresh strawberries and blueberries with whipped cream. We also brought the remaining wine in with us to sip as we munched. In air conditioning. :)<br><br>In case you've forgotten what strawberries and blueberries with whipped cream look like, I did remember to take a photo of that...<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YptmNUYb8Fg/UehIwZrXJyI/AAAAAAAAAaE/wUVg9ZGEBYE/s1600/IMG_0263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-YptmNUYb8Fg/UehIwZrXJyI/AAAAAAAAAaE/wUVg9ZGEBYE/s320/IMG_0263.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br>You can also see my environmentally-friendly take-home box of leftovers. :)<br><br>There's a wall in the pub full of paddles that returning guests have painted and/or decorated -- the top one, you'll see they've been honeymooning / anniversary-ing since 1999, and have a penny from each year embedded in the paddle. Each one tells a story -- including that red one, with a ski binding, so I'm guessing those folks usually come in winter!<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sPfR9I7aeyg/UehIeLHOnQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/050oTBEks5U/s1600/IMG_0262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-sPfR9I7aeyg/UehIeLHOnQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/050oTBEks5U/s320/IMG_0262.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Guest Paddles</td></tr>
</tbody></table>For our anniversary, Chris the General Manager (and bartender for the night) treated us to some sparkling wine. Thanks Chris! We are definitely spoiled here...<br><br>Then we played two of the longest pool games we've ever played... Dunno what was wrong with us (sparkling wine, perhaps...), but we were alone in the pub, so didn't feel bad.<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-_9GvYVp3Q/UehJXmo6U1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/TMJQIc_3eME/s1600/IMG_0264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-_9GvYVp3Q/UehJXmo6U1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/TMJQIc_3eME/s320/IMG_0264.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Better waterskier than pool shark</td></tr>
</tbody></table>On our first game, I was pretty darned pleased with myself that I'd sunk all my solids before Don sunk his stripes, but then I was so incapable of getting the damned 8-ball in that he still beat me. This was before my defeat, just to prove I had a brief moment of glory:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MH_8cxkoFSk/UehJvqNZAXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ZP5KvpxBylo/s1600/IMG_0265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-MH_8cxkoFSk/UehJvqNZAXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ZP5KvpxBylo/s320/IMG_0265.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look! I'm winning!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>In our second game, I managed to sink three in a row, but then my total incompetence returned, and another couple had arrived and seemed to be waiting for the pool table, so we invented a new game that is part pool, part curling, and swept the damned balls into the holes so they could have the table :)<br><br>A couple of single malts to take up to our room, creative positioning of the second fan, prayers that cool air would come through the wide-open windows, and it was time for some shut-eye.<br><br>For some crazy reason (probably the heat, really), Don was awake and up by 7am. Again, how are we together?!?<br><br>He opted for the usual for breakfast, while I had a tomato, green onion and sharp cheddar cheese omelette. I'll let you know about the rest of our day tomorrow! Still not sure why you folks read this, but thanks for doing so. :)The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629762013-07-17T12:45:00-04:002017-01-15T22:52:22-05:00F&B Report - and did we mention the Humidex?It's another hot and muggy day, but we're down by the lake with a wicked breeze and some ice water, so it's a little better than it could be, that's for sure!<br><br>So... Tuesday was a very lazy day. :) Once the noisy (and hungover) bridal party had left, we sat in the shade on the dock by the lake with our books, and chatted with some of the other guests. It was a gorgeous day!<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QipUF7LsZnk/UebEm7KXaXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/TuiwZFue2rg/s1600/IMG_0596.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-QipUF7LsZnk/UebEm7KXaXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/TuiwZFue2rg/s320/IMG_0596.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beautiful day</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Idtf-QrUeBU/UebEj_vvvJI/AAAAAAAAAVY/sqFadPBhWV8/s1600/IMG_0597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-Idtf-QrUeBU/UebEj_vvvJI/AAAAAAAAAVY/sqFadPBhWV8/s320/IMG_0597.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Faint trail of the float plane that went by earlier</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVcec9tDjiE/UebEnezCQjI/AAAAAAAAAVk/XNndIBGZCXo/s1600/IMG_0598.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVcec9tDjiE/UebEnezCQjI/AAAAAAAAAVk/XNndIBGZCXo/s320/IMG_0598.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from our chairs</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Just as Max, the waterfront guy, was inviting everyone onto the Lady Hughes for an afternoon cruise, we had to bid adieu to our new friends and head over to our couples massage. Life is rough... Don was with Cindy again, but Sheryl had to work elsewhere that afternoon, so I had Cathy instead. She pretty much worked my shoulders for the whole hour -- and I can almost feel them now!<br><br>Here, of course, is a picture of Don blissed out after the massage.<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DlYma25fOx0/UebF41ayc3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/P4Zs16De--g/s1600/IMG_0231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-DlYma25fOx0/UebF41ayc3I/AAAAAAAAAV4/P4Zs16De--g/s320/IMG_0231.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Post-massage Don</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>We were both pretty pummelled (in a good way!), so had several glasses of ice water in our room, before heading down to the patio for a tasty malt beverage... or two.<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WcflQqYSuwc/UebGQNVu9UI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Ih_R9x9Njl8/s1600/IMG_0232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-WcflQqYSuwc/UebGQNVu9UI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Ih_R9x9Njl8/s320/IMG_0232.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Paddleboaters -- too much work for a hot day!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Just sitting on the patio had worked up a sweat, so we were kind and went up to shower before dinner.<br><br>Deb was our waiter again, and guess what? She'd saved us our favourite table!!! Don't worry, we didn't take more pictures from our favourite table... But here's the menu.<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vniViWuWtGw/UebG6oUuXRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/aLGpm8mQJkU/s1600/IMG_0233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-vniViWuWtGw/UebG6oUuXRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/aLGpm8mQJkU/s320/IMG_0233.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tuesday night menu</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Actually, we didn't take pictures of our food, either, because we were too busy enjoying eating it! But we did get a delicious bottle of wine -- again, the best we've had so far. We looked it up, and it doesn't seem to be available at the LCBO, so we'll have to do some detective work to find it. It was a delicious 2009 Luigi Righetti Capitel de Roari Amarone.<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wine... very delicious wine!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>For appetizers, I had the Village Greek Salad, and Don had the Peaches & Cream Corn Fritter, with Butter Poached Tiger Shrimp and Cold Smoked Salmon. Both were incredible.<br><br>For dinner, Don opted for the Piccata Styled Breast of Free Range Chicken with a Parmesan, Basil & Egg Batter, Sundried Tomato, Eggplant relish and Basil Pesto. It looked and smelled very good, if you like chicken. :) I went for the Pan Seared Duo of West Coast Steelhead & Trout, avoiding the chorizo, with a Scallop Vinaigrette and Seafood Croquette -- and some added asparagus, to replace the avoided chorizo. Once again, it was far too much for me -- it's rare I can finish a whole restaurant meal at the best of times, but when I'm that hot, there's just no way. So I have a nice little boxed lunch for whenever I feel a bit peckish. :)<br><br>Dessert for both of us was a big bowl of strawberries and blueberries. We headed back up to the room, with the intention of coming back down to the (air-conditionned) bar for a nightcap, but the meal and the wine and the heat had done us in, and we were snoring in no time.<br><br>This morning (our actual anniversary), we decided to break with our breakfast tradition and both go for the sweet option -- croissant French toast with a berry compote (Don opted for maple syrup instead, and added some bacon to the deal). Very decadent!<br><br>Now we're down by the lake again, enjoying watching some young folks learn how to windsurf and waterski, loving the wind (thank Dog for the wind, because the humidex is 41 today!), chatting with fellow guests, and visiting with the fauna. But that's for tomorrow's report. :)<br><br>Hope everyone stays cool, wherever you are!<br><br>Lyss & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629772013-07-16T12:50:00-04:002017-01-15T22:52:23-05:00F&B report, with a humidex of 2000<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's another day of not doing much. Although we may spend some of our "not doing much" time in the pub today, as it's the only room (other than our massage rooms) with air-conditioning. Keep in mind, it's strictly for the air conditioning... (believe me? didn't think so!)</div><br>Monday was another gorgeous day in paradise. Sunny and breezy and lovely. We spent the early part of the day parked in our favourite spot on the front porch, with our books (I've just started a really funny one, called "The 100-year-old Man who Climbed out the Window and Disappeared").<br><br>Then the new owner (since April), Ryan, took us out on the Lady Hughes with 6 other guests, for a little boat cruise. It was a perfect day for it!<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don cruisin' -- and one of the lovely guests from Switzerland (they weren't too impressed with the ski hill...)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lake view of Sir Sam's</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Here's a slightly closer-up picture of the main building of Sir Sam's. You can see our room -- see the dark awning to the right of the lighter part of the building with the 2-storey window? The awning is over the screened-in patio, and our room is the two sets of windows above it.<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YYLCIYz2G8M/UeVtkQyLaUI/AAAAAAAAATk/ydSpxCvOkZ8/s1600/IMG_0222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-YYLCIYz2G8M/UeVtkQyLaUI/AAAAAAAAATk/ydSpxCvOkZ8/s320/IMG_0222.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Closer view of the main building.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>The water levels are so high this year, the beach area is only a couple of feet. Those of you who have seen my FaceBook cover picture (skeet shooting on the beach) will know that it was quite a large beach area in November -- the water actually moved the gazebo back several feet in the spring!<br><br>After the boat cruise, we went back to our spot on the front porch, grabbed a couple of beers, and Don finished his Stephen King book, while I went in for a swim. Then I managed to convince him to join me in the Water Spa, and we spent almost an hour blissed-out in there, followed by showers and more naked beer back in our room.<br><br>By the time dinner rolled around, it was starting to get mighty humid, so we were especially glad when Shelby showed us to our favourite table for the second night in a row -- right next to the double-doors. The breeze was definitely necessary!<br><br>Are you tired of pictures from our favourite table yet? Too bad. :)<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kiLuiaEN1O8/UeVv_eMnu_I/AAAAAAAAAUk/udPD8-omsmY/s1600/IMG_0226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-kiLuiaEN1O8/UeVv_eMnu_I/AAAAAAAAAUk/udPD8-omsmY/s320/IMG_0226.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gi6kPSNhigw/UeVwOOtQKYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/fZhFr2kvi2Y/s1600/IMG_0592.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-gi6kPSNhigw/UeVwOOtQKYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/fZhFr2kvi2Y/s320/IMG_0592.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ua9Bd_UFOU/UeVwOnNSp9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/-cFhTQJFolQ/s1600/IMG_0593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ua9Bd_UFOU/UeVwOnNSp9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/-cFhTQJFolQ/s320/IMG_0593.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br>Once again, a delicious menu awaited us:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AfUcfLeoGFE/UeVv4QPuoUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-0mFcAhaOM0/s1600/IMG_0223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-AfUcfLeoGFE/UeVv4QPuoUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-0mFcAhaOM0/s320/IMG_0223.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monday night menu</td></tr>
</tbody></table>And we chose another great wine (they just keep getting better!), a Waterstone 2009 Cabernet Sauvignon from the Napa Valley.<br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mmm... wine!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>It was great to have so many appetizers to choose from that I could eat! I chose the Marinated Tomato & Onion Concasse on Fine Herbed Crustini with Black Bean Pesto and Shaved Parmesan -- absolutely delicious, but definitely not date food, as there was no possible way to eat it without getting messy. :)<br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lyssy's appetizer</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Don went for the Black Cherry Wood Smoked Pork Belly with a Seafood Cake & Chipotle Creme Fraiche.<br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSyz_C8mMM/UeVv3Rrw37I/AAAAAAAAAUM/WR59Wfyn95M/s1600/IMG_0224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSyz_C8mMM/UeVv3Rrw37I/AAAAAAAAAUM/WR59Wfyn95M/s320/IMG_0224.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don's appetizer</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The phone started using flash, so I didn't take pictures of the main courses, sorry! Don had the Crackling Breast of Free Range Chicken with Penne Pasta, Lemon, White Wine, Tomato Short Jus and Grilled Vegetables. I went for the vegetarian alternative, which was basically the same dinner Don had, minus the chicken, and with grilled asparagus and shaved parmesan and some more of that delicious pesto that Dave (the chef) makes. Turns out, our waiter Deb and Dave the chef are a couple. He doesn't like to cook at home, though. Very sad. :(<br><br>We both opted for a dish of fresh blueberries (huge blueberries!) and stawberries for dessert.<br><br>Then we headed up to our room, but discovered it felt like a sauna, even with the ceiling fan going. So we headed down to the pub, which is air conditioned, for a cold beer and some pathetic pool playing. We played four games, all of which lasted much longer than if people who knew what they were doing were playing, but we had the pub to ourselves, so didn't feel guilty. Besides, I think Tim (the bar man -- or bar boy, because I probably could have given birth to him) was secretly entertained by our shenanigans. :)<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The three-time champion</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Master shot</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GPoZud_Xupc/UeVwMwsUARI/AAAAAAAAAU8/UHU7Ema_VU0/s1600/IMG_0594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-GPoZud_Xupc/UeVwMwsUARI/AAAAAAAAAU8/UHU7Ema_VU0/s320/IMG_0594.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The one-time champion, and a finger</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I did not know Don was taking a video. He may have gotten in trouble for this afterwards. :)<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd3cf7b1513dbfe7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="//www.youtube.com/get_player">
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<embed src="//www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="flvurl=http://redirector.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd3cf7b1513dbfe7%26itag%3D5%26source%3Dblogger%26app%3Dblogger%26cmo%3Dsensitive_content%3Dyes%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1417111820%26sparams%3Dip,ipbits,expire,id,itag,source%26signature%3D8AACFF05785222EF067573908249C292440CCD2B.18C6953CDD342C6B9153EE32A4761B44B73288AE%26key%3Dck2&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd3cf7b1513dbfe7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzpNi7DVwUp9bgsCMxgh-m5RskQ0&autoplay=0&ps=blogger" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><br>Then the drunken bridal party came into the bar, so we decided to save our eardrums and make our escape. Tim poured us a couple of single malts and we headed upstairs to brave the heat. We're wondering what might happen if you put ice cubes in a Jacuzzi...<br><br>We might have been a little slow-moving this morning, but still made it to breakfast. Don went for the usual (yawn...) and I had a Roma tomato, green onion and goat cheese frittata. We also had a lot of orange juice and coffee.<br><br>It's 31 degrees today, 37 with the humidex, so we're enjoying the breeze and laying low for now. Don's now started the Drew Hayden Taylor book I was reading before, so I guess I have to get back to "work" and finish my book so he has something when he's done!<br><br>Hard life we lead...The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629782013-07-15T12:17:00-04:002017-01-15T22:52:23-05:00F&B Part 3And so... after the Sunday morning conference call and obligatory food and beverage report, we headed down to the waterfront to continue our brave quest for relaxation and slobbitude. (Neither Blogger nor my spell-checker believe that's a word, but I think it should be!)<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The front deck and the "Lady Hughes"</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>I finished my first book, Drew Hayden Taylor's "Motorcycles and Sweetgrass" -- a great book! Not afraid to tackle difficult issues, but in a humorous and magical fashion. I loved it.<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alyssa with Drew Haydn Taylor's "Motorcycles and Sweetgrass"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Don is still reading Stephen King's "11/22/63" -- it's about 800 pages, and I think carrying it around might be giving him back problems!<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-URApyTDgfmA/UeQT5yAyrCI/AAAAAAAAARU/t_FLcRhFX1c/s1600/IMG_0577.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-URApyTDgfmA/UeQT5yAyrCI/AAAAAAAAARU/t_FLcRhFX1c/s320/IMG_0577.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the front deck to the boat house</td></tr>
</tbody></table>After such a difficult early afternoon, we headed to the Spa, for our first couples massage -- Cindy and Sheryl were happy to see us back, and boy, were we happy to see them!!! An hour of bodies being (lovingly) pummelled into feeling woozledy and wonderful. They also confirmed our view that we've got the best room in the resort -- lucky us! (We have yet to take advantage of the jacuzzi in our room -- it's felt too hot so far, but we'll have to jump in at least once.)<br><br>With orders to drink lots of water, because they'd really worked through Don's shoulders and my shoulders and arms, we headed back to the deck.<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don, blissed out after our couples massage</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Of course, even at 4:30pm, the sun was too much for our pale, Celtic-heritage skin, so after finishing our ice water, and with the humidity rising, we headed to our room to hang out under the ceiling fan and drink beer naked.<br><br>This is the only photo you're getting of that part of the day. You're welcome. :)<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Naked beer under the ceiling fan</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>When naked beer was finished, Don got dressed (because we care) and went down to the bar for refills. The following picture shows you why Cindy thought we should have lots of WATER after the massage:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nx76-CnpJA/UeQZsfUeg9I/AAAAAAAAASA/GJcBTeTvjx0/s1600/IMG_0215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nx76-CnpJA/UeQZsfUeg9I/AAAAAAAAASA/GJcBTeTvjx0/s320/IMG_0215.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The afternoon after the naked beer before</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>After his beauty sleep, it was time for dinner! We lucked out and got the best table in the dining room -- up against the double doors (with screens, because it does get buggy at night!).<br><br>Here's the view from our table:<br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JdZPa-IIqI/UeQajN3CYJI/AAAAAAAAASY/ueCt3TSJK7Y/s1600/IMG_0581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JdZPa-IIqI/UeQajN3CYJI/AAAAAAAAASY/ueCt3TSJK7Y/s320/IMG_0581.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dinnertime sunset</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bn4xu4Kiduk/UeQahcpivFI/AAAAAAAAASU/CEiCY3_5vZ4/s1600/IMG_0582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bn4xu4Kiduk/UeQahcpivFI/AAAAAAAAASU/CEiCY3_5vZ4/s320/IMG_0582.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After the sunset</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>Here's the menu for Sunday night:<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OUWRhvSEkyc/UeQbEKrVT9I/AAAAAAAAASo/zAELJxi1_hU/s1600/IMG_0217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-OUWRhvSEkyc/UeQbEKrVT9I/AAAAAAAAASo/zAELJxi1_hU/s320/IMG_0217.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br>We went Italian for the wine, Terre Avare, Salento Negroamaro (forget the year). It was our favourite so far this trip, not that any of them have been bad choices:<br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-txL9-rp8EZY/UeQbA4qNsQI/AAAAAAAAASk/GTYXwbRzaS0/s1600/IMG_0219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-txL9-rp8EZY/UeQbA4qNsQI/AAAAAAAAASk/GTYXwbRzaS0/s320/IMG_0219.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br><br>For appetizers, I had the Peaches & Cream Corn Fritters, garnished with Eggplant Caviar -- our waiter, Deb, gave Don my prosciutto instead. Because he didn't have nearly enough protein in his appetizer: Scallop Chorizo Sausage Salad with smoked salmon-wrapped asparagus and olive basil vinaigrette. Both were delicious!<br><br>Don opted for the Grilled AAA Beef Tenderloin, with a mantle of goat cheese and olive oil poached roma tomato, served with a rosemary demi-glaze. When it showed up at the table, it looked like a mile-high burger -- the beef (once again, like butter) was a couple of inches tall, the goat cheese another inch above that, plus the tomato to top it all off. It looked too huge, but he ate the whole darned thing. :)<br><br>I went for the Pan Seared Rainbow Trout, with a citrus and pernod sauce. It was actually TWO fillets, stacked on top of roast potatoes, carrots and cauliflower. I don't think even Don could have finished the whole thing. I saved about half for lunch today! Deb was worried I didn't like it because I left so much, but it was absolutely delicious.<br><br>This is me saying "that was delicious" -- or something... hard to tell, because it's blurry (too much Amarone?)<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SSaQn-booLo/UeQdLMoRJJI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fs1FcYSeFyU/s1600/IMG_0583.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-SSaQn-booLo/UeQdLMoRJJI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fs1FcYSeFyU/s320/IMG_0583.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Post dinner bliss</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>For dessert, we BOTH opted for the strawberries with whipped cream, although I asked for less whipped cream than usual, because I'm a good person. :)<br><br>And this is me, realizing I'd actually eaten all my dessert (notice the wee sunburn -- this from 15 minutes in the 4:30pm sun!)<br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DaA04oGko78/UeQdLIZyZEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2xA1a4o3G6E/s1600/IMG_0584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-DaA04oGko78/UeQdLIZyZEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2xA1a4o3G6E/s320/IMG_0584.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Strawberries and cream? Where?</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>Here's one of the least-blurry pictures Don took of our waiter, Deb:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FP3ip6WNYso/UeQd1lPXcQI/AAAAAAAAATI/htpxWv1OSeY/s1600/IMG_0590.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-FP3ip6WNYso/UeQd1lPXcQI/AAAAAAAAATI/htpxWv1OSeY/s320/IMG_0590.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Deb, our fabulous waiter</td></tr>
</tbody></table>And then, to get even, she took a picture of us:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cSiNK-dAcZc/UeQeHEII4uI/AAAAAAAAATQ/uEW1jzihNcs/s1600/IMG_0591.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-cSiNK-dAcZc/UeQeHEII4uI/AAAAAAAAATQ/uEW1jzihNcs/s320/IMG_0591.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Post-dinner bliss</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Hmmm... maybe we should start taking these photos BEFORE wine is consumed?!?!?<br><br>Exhausted from our busy (!) day, and rubbery from our massages... and perhaps the wine... we headed up to our room (and ceiling fan) for the night.<br><br>When we woke up this morning, it was another beautiful day -- and yesterday's humidity seems to have disappeared and been replaced by a lovely breeze.<br><br>For breakfast, Don opted for his usual, and I went for the tomato-mushroom-cheddar omelette. It was the perfect size, and I managed to eat everything but my toast, which Don enjoyed slathered in strawberry jam, because we're on vacation!<br><br>Now we're back on the front porch, enjoying some more coffee, reading, and that beautiful breeze. Once I get the laptop put away, I think I'm going for a swim, too.<br><br>Happy Monday, everyone -- hope you don't TOTALLY hate us yet!The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629792013-07-14T12:46:00-04:002017-01-15T22:52:23-05:00Food & Beverage report, part 2Saturday, oh, what a difficult day... The innkeeper, Ryan, actually started teasing us, because we staked out our chairs on the front porch around noon, and didn't manage to vacate them until dinner time. Chris brought us coffee, Claudio brought us water, then Ryan brought us beer (Muskoka Cream Ale), then Chris brought us more beer... Life is rough!<br><br>We each got a lot of reading done. I also managed to leave the chair a few times to go for a swim in the lake, and again to park myself under the shoulder-massage fountains in the water spa. That counts as exercise, right?<br><br>Here's our porch site, after the first beer was served:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LOklapUFuVE/UeLPFa4LMsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WW_gwvEs0Ys/s1600/IMG_0207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-LOklapUFuVE/UeLPFa4LMsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WW_gwvEs0Ys/s320/IMG_0207.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lazy Saturday!</td></tr>
</tbody></table> And here's Alyssa's view from the porch:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5tGZqpJdQ7s/UeLPI98wVyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/JKqdLd2aqOQ/s1600/IMG_0208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-5tGZqpJdQ7s/UeLPI98wVyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/JKqdLd2aqOQ/s320/IMG_0208.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from here</td></tr>
</tbody></table>And here's a picture of Don's view from the porch:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPltV2LgvQA/UeLU4VaLDgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/NE4qHUUMwME/s1600/IMG_0569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPltV2LgvQA/UeLU4VaLDgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/NE4qHUUMwME/s320/IMG_0569.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from there</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>And here's a picture of Henry, who also spent the entire afternoon hanging out on the porch with us:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EJRW53cC3tE/UeLPEACm69I/AAAAAAAAAO8/sIIZyYYaka4/s1600/IMG_0209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-EJRW53cC3tE/UeLPEACm69I/AAAAAAAAAO8/sIIZyYYaka4/s320/IMG_0209.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Henry</td></tr>
</tbody></table>And here are some pics from Don's phone, of me looking studious, oblivious, and then laughing:<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KSCwAgXm6fA/UeLU1nUmVsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8-HkkXtVVOU/s1600/IMG_0570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-KSCwAgXm6fA/UeLU1nUmVsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8-HkkXtVVOU/s320/IMG_0570.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUM825nO2r4/UeLU0N9aszI/AAAAAAAAAP4/TaeSukbRVIw/s1600/IMG_0571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUM825nO2r4/UeLU0N9aszI/AAAAAAAAAP4/TaeSukbRVIw/s320/IMG_0571.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LPnNh0EBJ18/UeLVBT9Vx4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xMjDqONQDnA/s1600/IMG_0572.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-LPnNh0EBJ18/UeLVBT9Vx4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xMjDqONQDnA/s320/IMG_0572.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6mJpcqg6ZU/UeLVEGfsszI/AAAAAAAAAQY/A_K6XqdCpB4/s1600/IMG_0573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6mJpcqg6ZU/UeLVEGfsszI/AAAAAAAAAQY/A_K6XqdCpB4/s320/IMG_0573.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkCYW2fgKEU/UeLVFflWrpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/waNP4TF9X_E/s1600/IMG_0574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkCYW2fgKEU/UeLVFflWrpI/AAAAAAAAAQg/waNP4TF9X_E/s320/IMG_0574.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br>So... food and beverage report!<br><br>The menu was a little blurry, sorry -- probably because we'd already had the beer. :) The wine we ordered was Francis Coppola Merlot, Blue Label 2011, and it was delicious!<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pENo_1Ajwgs/UeLPNTEP-hI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1N-vOL9mouM/s1600/IMG_0210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-pENo_1Ajwgs/UeLPNTEP-hI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1N-vOL9mouM/s320/IMG_0210.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Saturday menu</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Bread with hummus and balsamic to start. For appetizers, Don selected the Ragout of Bison and Lamb, over a ricotta and basil gnocchi. He said it was really good.<br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MBd5-w7o4ws/UeLPLaLcc6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/GYI9m4DK1r4/s1600/IMG_0211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-MBd5-w7o4ws/UeLPLaLcc6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/GYI9m4DK1r4/s320/IMG_0211.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ragout of Bison and Lamb</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>Whereas I had the Almond-Crusted Woolwich Goat Cheese with Sambuca Macerated Strawberries. Holy mother of God. If I were only allowed one dish for the rest of my life, this would be it!<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WupfgOKkz14/UeLPOV9JF4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Wx6Ndu6yw24/s1600/IMG_0212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-WupfgOKkz14/UeLPOV9JF4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Wx6Ndu6yw24/s320/IMG_0212.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heaven on a Plate</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The camera started using flash at this point, so I didn't take photos of the rest of the meal, because even super-geeks like me don't wish to totally annoy their fellow diners.<br><br>Main course for Don was a Piccata-style Breast of Free Range Chicken, with Basil Pesto and Balsamic / Lemon Butter. He says it was really good. When I roll my eyes, he waxes a bit more poetic, but mostly it was really good and he ate every last scrap of it. I went off-menu for the vegetarian alternative, Ricotta-Basil Gnocchi with asparagus in a cream sauce, and topped with Parmesan -- low-fat, obviously! I did my best, because it was really good, but also super-rich, so I have some in our fridge for a snack later today!<br><br>Don went wild and crazy and did NOT have strawberries and whipped cream for dessert -- instead, he went for the Chocolate Hazelnut Crunch that our waiter, Deb, said she'd help finish if he couldn't. :) I also played the martyr and helped him out with a bite or two. I had tiramisu with strawberries and caramel drizzle -- which I had all to myself, because Don doesn't like tiramisu. So sad, too bad... We were good and just washed it down with a decaf.<br><br>We went up to our room, planning to just use the washroom and wash up before heading down to the patio for live music and perhaps a late-night beverage. But we started back into our books, and someone of the female persuasion might have started snoring after the first page... So much for being late-night rowdies! Hey, can you blame me, it was a really long and difficult day!!! ;)<br><br>Breakfast this morning was "the usual" for Don (scrambled eggs, peameal, toast and home fries), and I had Eggs Not-So-Benedict: with smoked salmon instead of peameal. Delicious!<br><br>I had to do a conference call after breakfast for the <a href="http://katieproject.ca/" target="_blank">Katie Project</a>, but now my work is done, and I'm not even going to transcribe the minutes until I get home! (Sorry, valuable planning committee who I love, but... suck it up.)<br><br>The rest of the day promises to be more of the same horrors of yesterday, with the added trauma of a couples massage this afternoon. It will be good to see Cindy and Sheryl again -- our shoulders and necks are looking forward to them as well!<br><br>And, lest you hate us completely, there is a cloud in the sky. It's a light and fluffy cloud, but we can pretend it's fierce and menacing if it makes you feel better. :)<br><br>Spoiled Rotten, we are!The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629802013-07-13T12:01:00-04:002017-01-15T22:52:23-05:00Anniversary Week!Yes, we've been silent for a while, but we're back at <a href="http://www.sirsamsinn.com/" target="_blank">Sir Sam's Inn</a> for our anniversary week, and have already had requests for the food and beverage reports. Hate to disappoint!<br><br>We managed to get here about 6-ish Friday evening, the sun was shining and the air was warm but not muggy in the least -- perfect weather to greet us! We went to check in and were warmly welcomed back at the front desk.<br><br>Our room is in the main building, which we prefer because you don't have to suit up if it rains. Doesn't seem to matter this week, as so far the weather forecast looks beautiful, but it's still a consideration!<br><br>We got up to our room, and it's the biggest darned room we've ever had here! They must have given us an upgrade or something. Not that the other rooms have been tiny, mind you, but we could easily host a party in this one. Take a look for yourself!<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H25cxEcLaNk/UeFv3vLNCzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/0NkZJBqwQqE/s1600/IMG_0200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-H25cxEcLaNk/UeFv3vLNCzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/0NkZJBqwQqE/s320/IMG_0200.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don checking out the fireplace and sitting area</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>They'd even left us a complimentary bottle of wine and a plate of chocolate-dipped strawberries, with a "welcome back" card on the dining table!<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-31h89y5epWw/UeFwpiAMcVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/oaKJDP7N-gM/s1600/IMG_0201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-31h89y5epWw/UeFwpiAMcVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/oaKJDP7N-gM/s320/IMG_0201.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Welcome back gift -- we're special!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br><br>Right above the dining table is this beautiful high window:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NajarPP5p8o/UeFwpd7G41I/AAAAAAAAAOI/RS9O59MQtUA/s1600/IMG_0202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-NajarPP5p8o/UeFwpd7G41I/AAAAAAAAAOI/RS9O59MQtUA/s320/IMG_0202.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Skylight above dining area</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>Although, as we discovered this morning, it does allow a certain amount of light into Alyssa's eye at 5:30am... and as you know, Alyssa doesn't do 5:30am very well. Alyssa will adjust. :)<br><br>Here's a better angle of the fireplace and sitting area:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ivXjQrzDw3o/UeFwpdhLfNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qvuYqYzDrv0/s1600/IMG_0203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-ivXjQrzDw3o/UeFwpdhLfNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qvuYqYzDrv0/s320/IMG_0203.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fireplace -- will likely go unused this week!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br>A beautiful King-sized bed, so we have room for a football team -- or cheerleaders, depending on who's doing the inviting.<br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don testing the bed -- with shoes, naughty man!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br><br>And we've got a beautiful view of the lake from our bed:<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View from our bed</td></tr>
</tbody></table><br><br>But... on to the Food and Beverage Report!<br><br>In true geek fashion, Alyssa took a picture of the menu for you all. :)<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Friday night dinner menu</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div>Our waiter friend Claudio is back, although Omar has gone to Cancun. We had a new young woman looking after us, Shelby, and Claudio and Deb also helped out. No photos, we'll have to break them in gently. :)<br><br>We ordered a bottle of "Burning Kiln" Cabernet Franc -- from St. Williams, ON. It was very smooth and full-bodied, and we'll hopefully be able to find it again at the LCBO.<br><br>They brought out home-made bread with some hummus and balsamic dip. As Don discovered, putting both on the same piece of bread was delicious, even if not intended...<br><br>For starters, Don opted for the Caesar Salad with Grilled Romaine Leaves, prosciutto crisp and tomato bruchetta. I could smell the garlic coming as Claudio brought it to our table -- I took a forkfull of the dressing, and it was incredible. (If they offer this salad again this week, I'll ask for it without the prosciutto!) I went for the House Smoked Atlantic Salmon and East Coast Scallop, with pickled cucumber, onions (skipped the bacon) and asparagus with a white wine butter sauce. Mmm-mmmm! The salmon was cold (intentionally!), but had been perfectly smoked, and as buttery as the butter sauce. As they weren't able to wrap the scallop in bacon for me, they wrapped it in a super-thin (almost like a half lasagne noodle) strip of cucumber. Score!<br><br>Don's main course was Grilled AAA Beef Tenderloin with sunnyside quail eggs and truffle scented béarnaise sauce. He says it was perfect -- he barely needed a knife to cut it. I thought the eggs looked cute. What do I know about beef tenderloin... I had the Pan Seared Citrus Rubbed Rainbow Trout (yes, many sea creatures gave their life for my dinner) with a fresh tomato and basil salsa. As one of the waiter's (a new guy whose name I didn't catch yet) said when we asked, the salsa was basically home-made pesto mixed with "tomato guts"-- it was absolutely incredible, and we might have to try pesto-and-tomato-gut sauce ourselves when we get home. The fish was served over a bed of roast potatoes and some asparagus as well. I almost at the whole thing, but not quite... Had to save room for dessert!<br><br>I didn't get a chance to take a picture of the dessert menu, because Don just ordered for us automatically. :) He had his usual strawberries and whipped cream, and ordered what he thought was creme brûlée for me, but was actually creme brûlée cheesecake! It wasn't a heavy cheesecake, which was good, or I might have died a very happy death, but I still wasn't able to finish it all. Hopefully Shelby was able to salvage a bite off my leftovers, because she said she had yet to try that dessert. :) As it was our first day (any excuse will do), we washed dessert down with a couple of decaf Spanish coffees -- note to self, ask for no whipped cream next time! I woke up with the sunlight at 5:30am thinking I could still feel the whipped cream, and wondering how I'd ever be able to eat breakfast when I was still so stuffed.<br><br>But we are hardy warriors, so managed to get ourselves to breakfast anyhow -- although I was still full from dinner. We opted for what we thought would be the smaller breakfast -- scrambled eggs with home fries (actually HOME fries) and toast (plus peameal for Don). Biggest two eggs scrambled I've ever seen -- they must have found some Pterodactyl eggs hiding in the wilderness or something.<br><br>The (new?) innkeeper, Ryan, introduced himself at the end of breakfast, welcomed us and said to get in touch if we need anything whatsoever. Everyone is just so nice and outgoing here. We were talking with Deb (one of the waiters at dinner) about what a great place it is to work at, and how that really comes across from all the staff... thus making the guests VERY happy campers. :)<br><br>Anyhow, it's another beautiful day in paradise, so we're going to try and get some lakeside reading in, before it's time for our water spa visit and brisk nap. Life is rough, so much to do... May even take a little cruise around the lake later.<br><br>It's like being back home. Only with better food. And people who do everything for you. And a kick-ass wine cellar. And a water spa. And... OK, it has absolutely nothing to do with home. But we love it.<br><br>Happy Saturday!The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629812012-10-29T12:43:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:16-05:00The last weekendFriday night, after we'd calmed the kids down from the scary movie, it was grown up time. The Big Lebowski -- surprisingly, the first time Don had ever seen it. Daniel was given the DVD by their friend Peter, enclosed in a little plastic bowling ball, of course.<br><br>But first, White Russians! Daniel made them up for all of us -- although Tarah opted to stick with wine, because she apparently drinks them like milkshakes and usually regrets it. Perhaps we should have paid attention... the rest of us definitely had more than one over the course of the movie. We blame the dairy, yup, the dairy...<br><br>Saturday was sailing day -- Tarah and Daniel had already taken the boat to its winter home in Dartmouth, but it still wasn't out of the water. It was a gorgeous day, so they picked us up in the morning for one last sail. Beautiful but chilly -- we were wearing many layers! The kids had survived the night nightmare-free and were bright and cheery. Grammy packed a picnic, and we had a grand sail from their dock to downtown Halifax and back -- the boat will be being packed up Wednesday (hurricane-permitting), so it was a lovely final sail of the season!<br><br>After the sail, we took everyone out to the pub for a thanks-for-taking-care-of-us-all-week last supper, then brought the kids back to Grammy's for their usual Saturday sleepover. More reading and snuggles, and then we got all our stuff packed up ready to leave the next day.<br><br>Sunday morning was the usual breakfast club -- a group of multi-generational friends who meet regularly at a local restaurant for breakfast at 8:30 every Sunday. Yes, we were awake for breakfast. Yes, even Alyssa.<br><br>Then it was time for us to hit the road. Big hugs for the breakfast crew, hugs and good-byes for the family. Gigantic bear hugs and good-byes from Lilly. And Wyatt... Wyatt... Wyatt? Sitting on the sidewalk, not meeting our eyes, refusing to say good-bye or give a hug. Lilly used to do a similar thing at his age -- I always interpreted it as her punishing me for leaving, but perhaps there's just something at that age? Where they understand that people are leaving them, but don't know how to process it or express it... (Or maybe they were just punishing us, I don't know -- he was super-cheery and cuddly earlier.)<br><br>Then we hit the highway for the l-o-n-g drive. Halifax had been preparing for the hurricane, but according to the weather reports, we were actually going to be driving INTO it. So we opted to make it a super-long driving day, so we could hopefully get home before the worst hit.<br><br>And so, Sunday was a 12-hour drive -- oy! Halifax to Dorion (just west of Montreal). The time change was with us, at least, so we arrived about 10pm, checked in to the Super 8, and headed next door for dinner, just before the kitchen closed. It was the same place we went on our way home in June -- you may remember the dinner plate full of mashed potatoes -- so we were wise and asked for steamed vegetables instead of mashed potatoes this time. It was a much better portion, thank goodness!<br><br>This morning, we checked the weather, and it seems our route is clear. So far, the skies are grey and there are a couple of gusts starting up, but we've gotten past Kingston now, and still no rain or ridiculous winds. Should be home by mid-afternoon, so we should beat the worst of it. Hopefully there's some food in the house, just in case the storm does get bad... can't remember what's in the cupboards!<br><br>Oh, there we go, just before I hit "publish" the windshield got a little spattering. Watch our Twitter feed (http://twitter.com/brightsroots), if you're concerned.<br><br>Musically,<br>Alyssa & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629822012-10-28T13:34:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:16-05:00More reasons to love doing what we doThis little "tourette" has been chock-full of reminders of why we do what we do -- what we give, and what we gain by saying to hell with security and stability. :-)<br><br>Discovering the town of Tatamagouche, Fables Club and its owners Hanna and Chuck, and its members and patrons was one such reminder -- well probably a handful of reminders all rolled into one biggie!<br><br>So many things to tell, it's hard to know where to start... It was a beautiful drive up from Halifax, with lots of fall colours. Tatamagouche is on the north shore of Nova Scotia, in a land that Rogers wireless service has forgotten (Hanna warned us, fortunately, so we had our map ready to go, rather than rely on our phone's GPS.) As with coming in to NS, the first thing that welcomes you to Tatamagouche is a sea of windmills, scattered throughout the hills. As Chuck later told us, Tatamagouche's electrical system is entirely wind-based, and they sell energy back into the grid. As we also found out later that evening, despite a local population of about 700, there are THREE charging stations in town for electrical cars, and several electrical car owners in the area. The store owners have also all agreed to deal in local organic / sustainable products, or fair trade if they have to go outside for things like coffee or chocolate. Unlike most small towns in the province (or any province, really), Tatamagouche actually has young people moving here to start family farms -- and the established families are happy to see the influx, as they know these new folks will keep the area alive, unlike some of its neighbours.<br><br>Again, despite the population of 700, Fables Club has been running for four years now, with events at least four days a week, live music being at least two of those nights. Chuck and Hanna have created a wonderful establishment that seems to have become a cultural centre for the community -- a live music venue, poetry and spoken word, art lessons and workshops, photography and art on the walls, book exchange on the shelves, philosophical and political discussion groups... as we were setting up our gear, one local author came in to autograph a few of his books they were going to sell for him. A super-artistic and environmentally aware community, that seems to be doing a number of things just right. As Don commented, they should really be held up as a template for other small communities. All it takes is a few people to create the spark and bring folks on board.<br><br>We set ourselves up and did a wee sound check, and then Hanna came out with our dinner -- chimichangas to die for! She's originally from California, and loves to cook, both of which shine through in her creations. Just the perfect blend of spice, without hiding the natural flavours of the food. She offered us seconds, and we would have been tempted if not for the fact that we'd have been too stuffed to sing!<br><br>There was still quite a bit of time before the show started, though, so we followed Chuck to their house for a bit of relaxing. And what a house -- which Chuck designed. Right on the water, lots of windows, and a whole dorm-like apartment above the garage, where they apparently welcome many musicians coming through, as there were at least five beds up there, including one he'd brought back from his time in Saudi Arabia, which was even bigger than a king sized -- we could sleep starfish-style and still not get anywhere close to each other -- and super-comfy.<br><br>Before seeing the bed, though, we witnessed one of the most beautiful sunsets I've seen recently ("I got it just for you!" Chuck assured us). Tried for a photo, but it didn't do it justice. We were greeted by geese as we walked up the driveway. Then the friendly grunts of Porkquois, the "miniature" (but still over 250 pounds) pot-bellied pig in his outdoor pen. As we came through the house, though, it was time for the fierce hounds -- three yellow labs, wiggling in excitement that company was here. I warned Chuck he'd better count the dogs before we left. :-)<br><br>Chuck headed back to the club, leaving us to nap and get ready for the show. We found our way back a little before 7:30, as folks were starting to arrive. As it was Margarita Thursday, Chuck offered us a couple, but we thought we'd better wait, so opted for the water bar instead. We started chatting with a few patrons, including a local playwright -- so many artsy folks in this town! Nobody, of course, had heard of us, as we've never played anywhere near the area before, but they all trusted Hanna's taste, so came to check us out anyhow.<br><br>As we started, a number of folks moved up into the tables right in front of us -- perhaps they'd originally been worried we'd be too loud, or were hoping to make a silent exit if we were horrible. ;-) It's definitely a listening audience at Fables -- any conversation still lingering quickly got "the eye" from other patrons. We'd been asked to do a few shorter sets, so drinks could be served on the breaks without interrupting the music. It had the feeling of a very large house concert, in your favourite (quiet) pub.<br><br>In our final break, we gave in and accepted our Margaritas, made by Chuck -- and cursed ourselves for not accepting them earlier (while simultaneously patting ourselves on the back, because we probably wouldn't have remembered any lyrics if we'd started earlier!). Don never fancied himself a Margarita man, but Chuck has convinced him now! (Next time we come, he's going to ply us with Singapore Slings, instead -- this could be dangerous...)<br><br>Before we'd finished our last song, Hanna had already invited us to come back -- but on a Saturday next time, so more people would come out, and our fee would be higher. Well... twist our arms! :-) A handful of people stayed behind to chat with us for a bit after the show, and we learned more about the town and all the incredible things going on in the community. Truly impressive. Having gone stir-crazy in a town of 1200, I don't think I could handle 700, but if we weren't such city-people, we would be very tempted...<br><br>Another Margarita (mmm!) and a bit of tidying-up, and then the four of us headed back to the house to unwind. We learned more about our hosts, and really enjoyed talking with them. Chuck was also from the States -- New Jersey in his case -- but had spent many years in Singapore and Saudi Arabia. He had an environmental "epiphany" while he and Hanna were driving somewhere and heard an interview with Noam Chomsky on the radio. He had to stop the car, to finish listening, and he says that interview switched his life around -- he went from being a former worker in the oil business to being an environmental and social activist. Hanna was already pretty much there, but this was a big change for him. His family thinks he's lost his mind, but he feels like he's finally seeing things clearly. He's on the committee that brought in the wind power, and the two of them seem to be a part of many of the initiatives in the community -- something the Fables patrons are more likely to tell you about than they are. An amazing couple!<br><br>We headed up to bed (saying goodnight to the dogs on the way), and fell into mini-comas.<br><br>The next morning, Hanna had been up to her culinary magic again, making us omelettes with chuckless beans and salsa. Anyone who knows my breakfast tendencies will be shocked to hear that I ate the whole darned thing, and loved every minute of it.<br><br>Sadly, we had to get back to Halifax for lunch / babysitting the kidlets -- next time we will make sure to schedule more time to just hang out in town and with our hosts -- so we had to depart with big hugs for our new friends, and a promise to keep in touch. We also worked out the date of our return -- Saturday, May 25. We can't wait to come back!<br><br>As mentioned, Friday was our day to look after our niece and nephew (they had a P.D. day from school, but Daniel was at a conference in Fredericton and Tarah had an afternoon teleconference). When they got to Grammy's house, we told them we'd thought we'd go to DeeDee's ice cream for lunch -- expecting whoops of joy. But they didn't want to share us with the world, they wanted egg salad sandwiches at home. No ice cream?!?!? Who ARE you children?!?!? So we enjoyed a quiet lunch at home, and played a bit, but then instead of going to the art gallery as planned, all they wanted to do was read books with us -- ah, ok, you DO share some genes with me, phew! (not that I have anything against art, it's just that reading books was always my favourite thing to do, too) Lilly and Uncle Don got a bit sleepy, and each decided to go off to their own corners for a nap, and Wyatt and I made it through all the "Mister" books on the shelf.<br><br>Uncle Don was down for the count, so once the kidlets were up, we left him to his snoring and headed back to their house, where their mother was equally shocked that they hadn't gone for the ice cream! It was a good thing Uncle Don was still snoozing, though, because Tarah was just finishing icing his (belated) birthday cake (shaped like a guitar, of course!), and Lilly still had to ice the cupcakes. Some of that icing ended up in her hair, much in her mouth, but she did an amazing job at decorating them -- each cupcake had a white icing base, and she used the icing bag to squeeze two chocolate eighth-notes on each of them too. (Icing ability obviously comes from genes that skipped me...)<br><br>Daddy came home, with new moccasins for the kids (they LOVED them!) that he'd picked up on the way home. We gave Uncle Don a call and got him to come over -- he didn't know we'd even left. :-) Tarah made us Dark'n'Stormy's while we all chatted away -- a NS specialty of rum, lime and ginger beer.<br><br>The kids had earned a special pizza-and-movie night (a rarity for them, as they've only seen 4 movies, and don't watch TV), so they were... let's say a LITTLE excited. Picture Mexican Jumping Beans on speed... I can't remember the name of the place Tarah & Daniel get their pizza from, but it's not your ordinary pizza. The kidlets just had a basic cheese and sauce, but the adults got to choose between a red pesto pizza with gorgonzola, or a smoked mozzarella with wild mushrooms and heavenly seasonings. I don't think that's how the flyer described it, but it works. Can't remember what the wine was, either, but I do believe there were a few different bottles... might have something to do with the not remembering?<br><br>The movie the kids had wanted to watch wasn't available yet at the video store, so they'd picked The Muppet Movie: Treasure Island. Note to parents, this might be a little TOO scary for five-year-olds!!! Of course, it did mean that the five-year-old wanted extra snuggles, so this aunt is not going to complain. :-) Lilly found it scary too, but seemed to be able to separate it a bit better -- as Wyatt told me later, he forgot to remind himself it was just a story. The word "pirate" was not allowed to be used for at least 24 hours after that.<br><br>Tarah and I got to do the bedtime snuggles, and we tried to find as many silly stories from our childhood as we could find, to get Wyatt's brain off of pirates. I think we succeeded, because the next morning he was smiling and cheerful again, and happily announced he hadn't had any nightmares. We'll see what happens when he goes to therapy in his 30's... ;-)<br><br>We're about to stop for lunch, so I'll post this now, and fill you in on the rest of the weekend later.<br><br>Musically,<br>Alyssa (and Don, who is driving the car, so not typing, thank goodness...)The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629832012-10-24T11:06:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:16-05:00Double Trouble in ShelburneWe set off down the highway Monday morning to Shelburne, NS -- the furthest down that part of the province we've been. It was a gorgeous day for driving, and the colours were spectacular! Unfortunately, Alyssa's nose decided to do a spontaneous re-enactment of Noah and the flood -- playing the part of the flood, of course. Ah geez, just as Don was getting rid of his cold, he handed it on to Lyss -- argh!<br><br>We pulled into Shelburne just after lunch -- a very sweet-looking town -- and easily found the <a href="http://www.charlottelane.ca/" target="_blank">Charlotte Lane Cafe</a>, where we were meeting our hosts and co-performers, <a href="http://www.namingthetwins.com/" target="_blank">Naming the Twins</a>. We were a bit early, though (Don seems to shave quite a bit off the GPS's projected arrival time!), and nobody else was there yet. So we decided to walk down the hill to the waterfront, and see what we could see. We saw one of the Twins, Kathleen, walking up the road with her husband, Roland -- the chef at Charlotte Lane. They gave us a wee tour of the lakeshore, but the wind was picking up, so we quickly retreated back up the hill to the restaurant -- meeting a neighbour and an ADORABLE puppy. One of three remaining unsold from the litter. And did we mention adorable?<br><br>Alyssa was strong. You would be proud. (Don was relieved.)<br><br>Our concert was to be held in the apartment above the cafe -- most of the chairs had already been brought up (the restaurant is closed on Mondays), so we didn't have too much set-up left to do. The cafe is just beautiful -- do check out the website, although we did take a few photos that I'll try to upload soon.<br><br>Robbie arrived (the other Twin), and we got down to rehearsing a bunch of tunes we could play together. We were able to get a bunch done -- 11 in all. Our voices were holding up, which was a good thing -- although we had a box of kleenex and a rapidly-filling garbage bag next to us the whole time.<br><br>We headed next door (Kathleen and Roland live in the house next door -- a beautiful old place that they had to gut and completely refurbish, but it's now absolutely SPECTACULAR, with a big, gorgeous eat-in kitchen.) Roland made us up some delicious fish cakes (I ate more than the boys, they were THAT good!), Kathleen whipped up a salad, and we sat around the huge kitchen table, chatting away. Whoops -- perhaps a little too long! We rushed back to the apartment to finish the last-minute set-up and get changed, just as the first guests were arriving, right on the dot of 7:00 ("doors open" time).<br><br>The show was set up as a double-bill with The Brights and Naming The Twins (or The Brights and The Dims, as Kathleen introduced us) -- we swapped songs back and forth, and played together on over half the program. The audience was filled with people who knew The Twins, but we were completely new to them.<br><br>Kathleen had been taking phone calls all day from people who had reserved tickets, but were too sick to come. I joked they might as well join us in our misery -- if we had to be there, so did they. ;-) But... I completely understood how they felt, as the bed was looking mighty snuggly and inviting to me as well. So the numbers weren't what she had hoped, but there were still well over 20 people there who were healthy (at least until they shook our hands!)<br><br>And it was a really fun crowd, too -- and boy, did they like to sing! We heard at least one person singing along on "My Cup" which was our first song, and one that nobody there had heard before. We later asked them to join us on a few others, and boy, did they ever -- I don't think we've ever had that many people singing along so confidently on anything we've done before (other than when our audience is packed with friends who already know all our stuff). They liked to ask questions and joke around with us too. We chatted with a bunch of folks over the intermission and after the show, and it was a really great bunch of folks. We might even have another house concert in Ontario out of this one!<br><br>Fortunately, our bodies behaved during the performance -- our voices held just fine, and the kleenex box went unused. The only problem was a few coughing fits by Alyssa when the others were singing -- sorry! (You'll have to let her sing along on EVERYTHING next time! <g> )</g><br><br>Once the show was over, however, the floodgates opened again. Oh well, at least it held off for the show.<br><br>We deconstructed the concert room and sat down for some wine and more chit-chat. Then Kathleen and Robbie headed out and left us to our own devices in the apartment, leaving a note for the restaurant staff to please be quiet in the morning. :-) We crashed into the bed and remained in a coma until morning!<br><br>The staff did a good job of tip-toeing in the hall, which was very good of them, since they did have to come up and down the stairs a number of times. We got dressed and headed over to the house, feeling guilty to not be up before 9:30 -- and found that Kathleen had just gotten up, herself. Phew! Robbie came over, and we all had a nice breakfast together, before Kathleen had to get started on payroll, and we had to hit the road. Big hugs to all!<br><br>As we were leaving town, we took a little jaunt around to take a peek -- we definitely want to go back for a longer visit sometime, it's a delightful town!<br><br>We got back to Halifax and spent the afternoon moping and whining about our colds. :-( The kidlets were out at gymnastics and didn't get home until bedtime, so we treated ourselves to dinner at the <a href="http://www.brooklynwarehouse.ca/" target="_blank">Brooklyn Warehouse</a> -- where we try to go every time we're here. So now, the all-important Food and Drink Report!<br><br>We had a bottle of Juan Gill Monastrell -- which we hadn't tried before, but is absolutely delicious. We shared a Caprese salad -- a selection of (juicy) NS heirloom tomatoes, marinated boccocini and basin in a lemon-thyme vinaigrette. For mains, Don chose the Short Rib -- a bourbon-glazed pork rib over white bean ragout, sweet valley corn in a rosemary jus. I went for the Gnocchi -- roasted potato gnocchi, oven-roasted tomatoes, eggplant, zucchini, wilted spinach, ran-cher acres goat cheese, marinated olives and arugula pesto. I actually managed to eat the whole darned thing, too! (Probably because we shared the appetizer.) Service was lovely, as always. Our only complaint was that they don't have as many vegetarian options as they used to -- what Alyssa ordered was pretty much all she could order.<br><br>Today, we've spent the morning whining and moaning again. ;-) Although Don did make it to the closest Starbucks to try and re-download ProTools on his laptop -- didn't work, unfortunately, since his purchase code is on the computer at home. Poop...<br><br>Later, Don will be heading to a massage to try and fix his sore arm, and Alyssa will be picking up the kids from school -- then we'll all meet for a family dinner.<br><br>The food-and-drink lunch report is egg salad sandwiches, made by Mom. :-)<br><br>Tomorrow, we're off to Tatamagouche, to make our debut at <a href="http://www.fablesclub.com/" target="_blank">Fables</a>. If you know anyone in the area, do send them our way, so we aren't sad and lonely. :-)<br><br>Musically -- and a little snottily and whiningly,<br>Alyssa & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629842012-10-20T14:33:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:16-05:00Off to a great startWe weren't feeling too optimistic about our first gig on this eastern 'tourette' -- Don was getting a cold, his injured hand was still bothering him, our host had been saying things like "I hope somebody comes" and "you can put CDs out on the table, but people don't buy CDs here", we were crabby after two days in the car together and not enough sleep, we were woefully under-rehearsed, due to numerous pressures on our time pre-departure, and the fact that while it's easy to catch up on work at the computer in the car, it's not so easy to practise lap slide and cello in the car (nor is it likely legal). We figured we'd just put a brave face forward, visit some friends and call it a glorified rehearsal. We were, thankfully, mistaken.<br><br>As we pulled in, Kathryn was watching out the bay window for us -- meaning she obviously saw us drive too far and double back. Oops... Kathryn is an old friend from Alyssa's Cannington days -- an avid folkie and a United Church minister. She'd actually been brave enough to hire Alyssa on several occasions to replace the church organist on summer vacations for services in "her" churches in Wilfrid and Eudora. (Considering Alyssa had quit piano lessons after a crash-course in Grade 6 for university entrance, we can only hope that God is forgiving... or at least has a sense of humour.) She'd transferred out to lead the parish in Clifton, NB a little over three years ago -- we visited her and hubby Roger on our way home from NS shortly after they'd moved, and given an impromptu house concert for the choir after their rehearsal. Since then, we'd all said we should play there again, but the timing had never worked out. This time, though, the timing worked perfectly, and we were invited to be part of Central United Church's 50th anniversary celebrations. Still, Kathryn was nervous about attendance, as she thought the community's tastes ran more in the country side, and she wasn't sure if they'd come out for some unknown Ontario folkies. She was, thankfully, mistaken.<br><br>We pulled in to the manse and sat down for a cup of tea with Kathryn and Roger, shaking off some of the stress of the road. This is not, mind you, a typical manse -- there are Buddhas everywhere, as well as First Nations, Celtic, Norse and other sacred symbols and art. Roger, the Buddhist, has probably been a source of much perplexity to this small town parish, but he still leads the church choir, and they seem to have gotten used to the concept. :-) Both have such a sense of openness and curiosity, it's not difficult to see how they ended up together -- but it must have taken some adjustment for a very traditional community to wrap their heads around the idea. The congregation really seems to have embraced Kathryn and Roger, though, so good on them.<br><br>We finish our tea as Gordon and Kay arrive -- Gordon is the church's sound person, and Kay is in the choir. They help us load things into the church and get set up for sound check -- which Gordon leads, assisted by Joanne and observed by Muriel. We opt to keep it simple, with a nice juicy condenser mic in the middle, and a vocal mic each, just to boost the lyrics up a bit when needed. Gordon says he's never had to do sound for this type of ensemble before, but the entire set-up and sound check takes only a half hour. Gordon and Kay come back to the house with us, where Roger is busy in the kitchen, preparing a light dinner for us. It smells fantastic!<br><br>The six of us sit down to poached salmon, a delicious quinoa dish, salad and warm bread -- and lots of fun conversation. Sure beats road food. :-) The church choir has prepared two songs of welcome to us to start out the concert -- Don asks if everyone thinks they might want to join us on a song, Kay thinks they'd be up for it, Kathryn's not so sure, but everyone agrees we might as well ask them! They head next door for the choir warm-up, and we do our own warm up and get changed before heading over.<br><br>Don brings his guitar down to the last bit of the choir practise, prepared for rejection but that was, thankfully, mistaken. :-) The choir is super-enthusiastic about singing along, and I can hear their voices coming up through the floor -- a joyful noise, indeed.<br><br>The church starts to fill up -- we got over 70 people by the end of it, much more than anyone was expecting -- and, contrary to Kathryn and Roger's warnings, they aren't all hiding in the back pews. There are also many people from outside the church who have seen the newspaper article and posters, and thought they'd give us a try. We are grateful to anyone who takes a chance on new music (especially ours!).<br><br>The choir files in, and begins with a song about the area, written by a local woman whose name I'm afraid I've lost, accompanied on piano. The second song is about the women of Baie Chaleur (which we're looking out on), accompanied by Joanne on guitar, and some other music on Roger's laptop. Unfortunately, there's a technical glitch, and while the audience can hear the recorded music, it isn't being fed back to the choir, and their voices get very very quiet, hoping to find their way back to the beat of the recording. The technical error is corrected, and they start again, this time with the choir being able to hear their accompaniment -- their voices are much stronger and their faces less strained on this second version. :-) A great job, and a lovely welcome -- we're already having a wonderful night!<br><br>We started our first set, and any doubts that the folks wouldn't "get" our rootsy music were quickly dispelled. Don asked during one introduction whether folks were interested in hearing the stories behind the songs -- heads bobbed everywhere, they wanted to know it all. We were home. :-)<br><br>A very quick stretch break, where we were warned half the audience would probably leave -- but very few did. We commented to each other how much fun we were having, and what a great community feel there was. Rather than disapproving comments from some of the older churchy folks, they were most enthusiastic, and even the apparent great-grannies stuck around.<br><br>The second set began with the choir joining us for Don's song "Oh So Much Pavement" -- another fabulous job. If only we'd had more foresight and time to bring them in on more songs!<br><br>After the concert, the UCW had prepared a reception -- and folks stayed to chat and nibble for quite a long time. We got many comments about how the concert felt like the old coffee houses, and one woman seemed positively thrilled when I told here they were starting to make a comeback in other parts of the country. And once again, we were pleasantly surprised when the CD table was surrounded by folks who wanted to take us home -- one woman even grabbed a handful of our postcards, to give to her brother and other friends who she wanted to tell about us. We were asked many times when we'd be coming back -- we feel loved. :-)<br><br>After packing up, we headed back to Kathryn and Roger's with Gordon and Kay for a glass of wine (or three) and more fun conversation. Kay and Gordon are both Clifton natives, with many generations ahead of them, so have lots of knowledge about the area, which was interesting to learn. They managed to pry themselves off home around midnight, and the rest of us kept chattering away. Around 1:00, Kathryn said it was time for bed -- but we still didn't actually make it there until about 2:00. Not such a big deal for we night-owls, especially with the time change, but I have a feeling the other four aren't used to such crazy bed-times! (Surprisingly, we weren't the ones keeping the conversations going, though.)<br><br>We all fell into comas (a very comfy futon -- Don didn't move once before morning, which is unusual for him) with big smiles on our faces.<br><br>In the morning, Roger demonstrated his electronic bagpipes for Don (he assured me it wasn't a hint to get out of bed, but I don't entirely believe him...), and then we had breakfast and yet more conversation. (One woman from the audience called to tell us how much she had enjoyed our concert -- warmed the cockles of our heart, it did!) We could have probably gone on for several more days, but there's a niece and nephew waiting patiently for us in Halifax, so we bid our adieu-s and frapped la rue. It's been a bit drizzly today, some places downright rainy, but the fall colours have been gorgeous, and we managed to avoid any close encounters with moose.<br><br>In a week where we've been busy, stressed, and perhaps a little on the cranky-pants side, this was EXACTLY the type of gig we needed -- the kind that reminds us why we've ditched stability for a life in music, and why we haul ourselves across the country to share it. Sharing our ideas with others, learning others' ideas and seeing how they all fit together. Music, religion, philosophy, science, tradition, integration, it all weaves together. Friends, community, communion. Music, love, wine, conversation and some really good food. What more could we want out of life?<br><br>Musically and movedly and moving rapidly toward Halifax,<br>Lyss & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629852012-07-18T12:37:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:16-05:00Happy Anniversary to UsAs many of you already know, we've been celebrating our anniversary week at the same place we honeymooned two years ago -- <a href="http://www.sirsamsinn.com/" target="_blank">Sir Sam's Inn and Water Spa</a>. We missed doing anything for our first anniversary, due to Don's cancer diagnosis and not knowing when where and how he would be treated. So we decided to celebrate health and life and love by going all-out for our second anniversary. As last year taught us, you never know what's coming your way, so you might as well do what you want when you want it. Our unborn children aren't exactly gonna be fighting over their inheritance...<br><br>It's been a lazy bunch of days, as we're realizing just how sleep-deprived we've been. Napping and reading have been a big part of the week, as well as pretending to read while we're really napping. We've had great intentions of doing more vigorous activity, but... it's also been bloody hot. Today (Wednesday) is the first comfortable day, in fact.<br><br>Ah, but I'm not here to talk about today, I'm here to tell you all about yesterday, our actual anniversary day. You see, I've been posting the food and beverage reports to friends on FB (and somehow, they still seem to like us), but somehow the anniversary day needs a bit more space.<br><br>Even on such an auspicious day, Don still got up early to do his workout. I took the time to work out my imagination and dreaming technique, which was actually quite good that morning -- none of the wacky stuff you've caught glimpses of in my other blog, nope, it was all deer and flowers and sunshine. Yes, really. Yes, me. See what a week off can do for a girl?<br><br>When we'd both finished our respective workouts, it was time for breakfast! Yes, breakfast. Yes, me. Pick yourself up off the floor people, it happens sometimes. Most especially when it comes as part of the vacation package (hey, I'm cheap, suck it up), and when there's a chef like this cooking it for me! Keeping with the "go big or go home" attitude, I allowed myself to give in to the temptation of thick-sliced lemon-poppyseed French toast, doused in a home-made strawberry and blueberry maple syrup. Holy mother of pearl, was it ever good -- and I almost managed to finish the whole damned thing, almost... Don went the good boy route (keener!) and had a western omelette with sharp cheddar cheese, with strip bacon, just to be different (he usually goes for the peameal). Also to be wild and crazy, he had decaf instead of his usual tea. I tell ya, things can get pretty zany when middle-aged folks go on vacation. ;-)<br><br>We took our last coffees to go, and grabbed a pair of Muskoka chairs in the shade of a nice old tree, with a bit of a breeze coming off the lake. I've FINALLY been able to start reading a book by one of my earliest friends (we met in grade 1, thought each other terrible snobs at first, but then realized we were both incredibly shy and became fast friends shortly thereafter) -- <a href="http://www.caitlinsweet.com/" target="_blank">Caitlin Sweet</a>'s "The Pattern Scars". Now, Cait has always been a writer, even in grade one, but HOLY CRAP, this novel is incredibly powerful. She's really pushed it into the next level, and it's no wonder she keeps winning accolades and nominations and CBC book contests and all that nifty stuff. (I'm only half-way through, so don't anyone spoil the ending for me.) I'm not just saying that because she's one of my friends, I'm saying that because it's truly an amazing book. Go buy a copy, in hard cover, and one for all of your friends. (No, she's not paying me to say this, although she does know my favourite chocolate, hint, hint...) Don's got his hands on John Irving's latest, "In One Person", and is over half-way through too. He doesn't gush quite the same as I do, but he does say "it's a really good book, I'm enjoying it." Of course, he's trying to actually read it right now, so... perhaps he'll gush later.<br><br>Our shady reading was interrupted by a need for our favourite daytime drink here: cranberry and orange juice, 50-50. Sir Sam's is very enviro-conscious, and use the compostable cups for their outdoor "to go" glasses -- yay Sir Sam's, we really appreciate it!<br><br>After our oh-so-busy morning, we headed up for a hot shower to prepare ourselves for our Spa Bliss. We've had a couple of massages here already with Cindy and Sheryl, who are AMAZING, but for our anniversary day, we upped the ante and booked them for TWO HOURS.<br><br>It started with a Mango Scrub and Wrap. First, they donned loofah gloves and exfoliated our bods until they were shiny. Then they drizzled warm mango goop all over us, and wrapped us in cocoons for the remainder of the first hour, while they massaged our necks, heads and faces. Then they sent us into a warm shower to de-goop -- our skin was so soft, and we were so relaxed, we could hardly walk in a straight line, or even form coherent sentences. We floated our way back to the massage tables, where they poured moisturizer and essential oils all over us, and went to work massaging the rest of us -- mostly shoulders for me, which are always ridiculously tight. Even after 3 massages in a row, there are still knots back there -- although they've been reduced to little marble-sized knots, as opposed to the big chunks of marble I showed up with. I think I need a personal masseuse to just follow me around all day... who also cooks breakfast... and maybe we can outfit our bathtub with one of those shoulder massagers... no, those things are so powerful, it would probably send our old tub directly to the basement, ah well.<br><br>We were advised to not bathe or shower for at least a few hours, so all the moisturizer had a chance to soak in, so... we headed to the patio for more cranberry-orange concoctions and books. It looked for a while there that we might get another thunderstorm, but we stayed safe and dry.<br><br>Then we headed up to our room for a hot soak in the massage tub. All the goop in our skin caused the jets to turn it into a bubble bath! Hopefully nobody slips in there...<br><br>Then we got dressed and headed down to dinner. All our favourite staff were on duty in the dining room, minus Claudio (who we had previously, inadvertently, frightened into thinking I was a restaurant reviewer, when Don asked for a copy of the menu so I could write about it on the internet -- but he gave us awesome service!). Tara was bustling around, looking after everything for everybody -- she's always got tons of energy, and is really amazing at her job, Savannah dropped by to say hello and happy anniversary, and Chris was overseeing it all. Omar was assigned to our table -- a really sweet and fun guy here from Mexico, who has taken it upon himself to teach Don some Spanish this week. He's only been here a month, so his English is still a bit rusty, but he's obviously been a waiter back home for a while. And he does some pretty fancy tricks with a wine cork, which he's promised to show me, so I can entertain people at parties. :-)<br><br>And speaking of wine... we once again decided to go above and beyond, for this celebratory day, and chose the Veenwouden Classic Private Cellar 2003 from Paarl Region, South Africa. We can't remember having wine from South Africa before, but this was a fantastic introduction -- layers and layers of flavours, sharp and round at the same time, made our mouths ever-so-happy!<br><br>And speaking of happy mouths... we both started with the Lemon Butter Poached Prawns, with mango hollandaise on a bed of young frisee. If you think that sounds like lemon-buttery-goodness, multiply that by 1000. Definitely not diet food, but proof that God wasn't fooling around when we were given taste buds.<br><br>They did have a purely vegetarian offering tonight, but it was a meatless chicken breast, and (TMI?) that tends to cause issues with my digestive system, so I stuck with the fish. It was a Pan Seared Ontario Yellow Pickerel, with a puttanesca sauce and an onion tortilla. And the portion size was perfect for me, though I didn't finish the onion tortilla. To be fair, though, the onion tortilla was actually two slices of multi-layered towers of ten tortillas, filled with onions and cheese -- absolutely delicious and decadent, but (TMI!) my body cannot handle too much of that richness, and I didn't want to spend the rest of the night in either agony or the bathroom... (OK, the squeamish can read again.)<br><br>Don went for the Confit King Cole Duck Leg with lemon scented risotto and a grape preserved & reduced balsamic reduction (yes, a reduced reduction... I'm just copying this down from the menu). The meat was cooked so tenderly it was practically falling off the bone, and he adopted some of the cooing sounds he always grins at when I'm eating something divine.<br><br>We were so stuffed, that we decided to just split a dessert (yes, even cheap old me couldn't justify ordering two), and chose a chocolate peanut butter mousse cake, topped with roasted almonds and served with strawberries and whipped cream, and a drizzle of caramel. It was surprisingly light and fluffy, and after thinking we'd each only have a bite, we finished the whole thing. :-) As it was a special occasion, we also ordered two decaf Spanish coffees -- whoops, ESL thing, we were brought two decaf coffees, and he served them to us in Spanish. Maybe if we had asked for Irish, it would have been more clear... But he's so sweet, we didn't want to embarrass him, so we just drank our coffees and smiled.<br><br>After dinner, we headed to the bar, where we were the only ones around -- unlike our last trip here, everyone seems to go to bed pretty early this week! Maybe it's the heat. Chris offered to buy us a round, since it was our anniversary, but our plan was to go for the single malt (not the wine he was used to serving us), so we let him off the hook. I had the Balvenie, and Don went for the Lagavullen. Some of the staff dropped in and out to chat as they were finishing up, and Omar joined us for a while as well, but then even he had to go to bed, as he was on breakfast duty and needed a snooze first.<br><br>And so we toddled upstairs with a wee tipple, and toasted two adventurous years. Ain't life grand.The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629862012-06-04T00:15:00-04:002017-01-15T22:52:23-05:00BlackOutSpeakOut.ca<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEMMdBVVxfQ/T8w2QlDDm0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/nFraaZL_c6U/s1600/blackoutspeakout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEMMdBVVxfQ/T8w2QlDDm0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/nFraaZL_c6U/s320/blackoutspeakout.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629872012-02-14T14:40:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:16-05:00Back to the land of the livingHappy Valentine's Day, everyone!<br><br>We got the best gift we could ask for -- we got our lives back. And with our lives comes our career.<br><br>After several months of recovery from cancer surgery for Don, and several more months of not daring to plan ahead more than a few days, today we received the "all clear" -- Don is 100% cancer-free!!!<br><br>Which means, other than the obvious round of happy-dances, and one hell of a celebration later tonight, we can now get started planning tours and albums and such things that we have been unable to do since the summer.<br><br>Our first venture out will be this June -- we've already got a couple of things lined up for Nova Scotia, but will be "pestering" our presenters and fans shortly to build on that tour. And yes, we can finally plan even further ahead -- ooh, we can be responsible little folkies and get back to the 2- and 5-year plans.<br><br>Thinking 2 and 5 years in advance again?!?!? YAHOOOOO!!!<br><br>Brace yourselves -- The Brights are back in the land of the living. The living and loving and dreaming. :-)<br><br>Musically,<br>Don & AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629882012-02-14T01:46:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:16-05:00Newer and More Improved WebsiteHello everyone!<br><br>After much creating and cursing (and creatively cursing), I do believe the "new and improved" website is up and functional.<br><br>Could you lovely people please take a peek at <a href="http://www.thebrights.ca/">www.thebrights.ca</a>, and let me know if I've missed anything really stupid? E-mail us at <a href="mailto:brights@thebrights.ca">brights@thebrights.ca</a> with any corrections or suggestions, if you please.<br><br>Will be doing a big booking campaign later this week, so would like to make sure everything is working properly.<br><br>Merci!<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629892012-02-09T19:00:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:16-05:00Updates to WebsiteHi everyone!<br><br>This is just a quick note to let you know that we have FINALLY uploaded our August photo shoot with <a href="http://www.sambaardman.com/">Sam Baardman</a> onto our website. Check out <a href="http://www.thebrights.ca/photos.html">www.thebrights.ca/photos.html</a> to see us in all our glory.<br><br>While you're there, check out the <a href="http://www.thebrights.ca/videos.html">Videos</a> page, too -- we've got a live recording Tyler Knight of <a href="http://districtmediadesign.com/">District Media and Design</a> made of us playing with Ray Dillard at the recent DIY Weekend Retreat.<br><br>As many of you know, we're lying low over the winter. But we'll be heading out on the road again this spring, returning to the east coast for the first time since 2009 -- looking forward to seeing some old friends and meeting new ones!<br><br>Musically,<br>Alyssa & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629902011-09-30T22:25:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:17-05:00PostscriptOur 13-1/2 hour drive actually only lasted about 13 -- which includes all of our pit-stops and stopping for lunch in Blind River.<br><br>We won't mention which one(s) of us has a lead foot... ;-)<br><br>We pulled in to Swanmore Terrace for the FridayFolk opener, and couldn't find a parking spot! Had to park up the road. I've never been so happy to not find a parking spot in my life.<br><br>Missed Tyler's opening set, but got there just towards the end of first intermission. Paul was out for his smoke break and gave us big hugs as we came in. Our newest volunteer, Meredith, was doing the announcements -- way to step up to the plate, Meredith!<br><br>I've never been so happy to be not needed. :-)<br><br>We caught all of Andrew's first set. Then... we just couldn't do it any more. Hugged hellos and goodbyes to many people, and headed home to unpack.<br><br>The cats looked at us blankly for a moment or two. Cookie ran outside, realized it was cold, then came the snuggle fest. Both of them have forgiven us, life is good.<br><br>Walked into the kitchen -- Paul had left us flowers and GFB's (great flippin' -- not really flippin', but you get it -- brownies, for the unitiated) as a welcome home.<br><br>It's good to be loved.<br><br>And it's good to be home. There are piles of mail to sort through... eventually. I've found the cheques, the rest can wait. :-)<br><br>We cracked open one of the many bottles of champagne still in our fridge from the wedding. We survived the tour. We still love each other. Our friends still love us. Our cats forgave us in less than ten minutes. Life is good.<br><br>Much love and gratitude to all who braided paths with us on the road, and all who kept the home fires burning.<br><br>We are blessed.<br><br>Alyssa & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629912011-09-30T22:16:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:17-05:00Day 40 - the endThe last day of the tour -- the long drive home (13-1/2 hours, oy!).<br><div><br></div><div>There's a reason why all the long journeys in the bible are said to take 40 days and 40 nights. Oh sure, there's that whole numerological / biblical reason, but the most obvious reason for me today is: <br><br>FORTY DAYS IS A FRIKKEN' LONG TIME!!!</div><div><br></div><div>At least we didn't have to share our home with all the animals of the world -- although a dog to keep my feet warm would have been nice. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>
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<div>Must have driven the whole world crazy crazy</div>
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<div>Forty days gives a lot of time for transformation -- of the self, of the world around the self.</div>
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<div>When we left, it was the middle of a heat wave. Today, on the drive home, we're seeing snow -- yes, SNOW. Just when I was looking forward to a Margarita...</div>
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<div>When we left, the country had just lost Jack. This weekend, people across the country are taking part in <a href="http://www.leadnow.ca/en/turning-point">Turning Point</a>, an exciting new movement created by Lead Now, and inspired by Jack's parting letter.</div>
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<div>Don and I are still married and still talking (although it came close when he served me watery decaf this morning), which is a miracle in itself after six weeks in each others' faces 24 hours a day! Although my introverted self is looking forward to being able to lock myself in a room all by myself for a few minutes again.</div>
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<div>Hmm... what do I miss most on the road? Fresh fruit and the ability to be antisocial. ;-)</div>
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<div>Makes it seem even more funny that I'm looking forward to girls' night tomorrow, but then again... they're girls. :-)</div>
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<div>For those of you wondering, yes we did wake up at 6:00. Were on the highway by 7:00 -- no coffee shop to be seen until Marathon, though, and that was a Robin's. We have yet to enjoy anything from a Robin's, but we were desperate. Tasted like crap, but it had caffeine. Held us over 'til Wawa, where there's at least a Tim Horton's. Our next stop was just outside the Sault, in Goulais River, so I could pick up the novel I'd left behind the first night of our tour -- just as I was getting to the good stuff! We gassed up in Sault Ste. Marie and I took over the driving for a while as -- you guessed it -- Don slept.</div>
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<div>The snow has turned to drizzle now. Mother Nature has wrapped herself in all those colours your human mother said only belonged together in the wash -- reds, oranges, pinks, purples. The trees are almost iridescent in their rainbowy state. Every time we get a glimpse of Superior, the waves are crashing up against the rocks, reminding us that Mother Mare isn't one to be messed with. I'm enjoying all these strong feminine images -- maybe it's because I'm gearing up for girls' night with some of the strongest women I know; maybe it's because in my exhausted state, I need a reminder of what lies beneath and will be at my disposal once I'm taking care of myself again.</div>
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<div>Why does taking care of details always come ahead of taking care of myself? No wonder I'm exhausted... </div>
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<div>I'm reminded of the first song I wrote for Lilly, just after she was born -- or maybe she wrote it for me?</div>
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<div>Take inspiration from the skies</div>
<div>Circle has brought you here, circle within you lies.</div>
<div>Fire, Earth, Air and Sea</div>
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<div>We left early so we wouldn't get home too late -- didn't want to hit a moose in the night our our last day of the tour, and we want to get home in time to at least see the last set of the FridayFolk season opener. I look at the clock, 5:30pm, they should be setting up now. I'm fretting about all the things I usually fret about at 5:30, even though there's nothing I can do about it from the Sudbury region! There's a team in place, all is well. I want to see Andrew play, but I'm kind of toying with the idea of not going -- don't want the new team to think I don't trust them to do it without me (I'm thrilled they're doing it without me!); and I don't trust myself to not try and help once I get there.</div>
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<div>If you saw the bags under my vacant-stare eyes, you would know I'm in no shape to help out in any capacity. But try and convince Little Miss Helper-Bee when push comes to shove... Maybe I should go in with an "I'm not really here" sign on my shirt? :-) They're going to be on their own for the most part next month, as well, so they're going to have to get used to it -- Don will be freshly out of hospital and stuck in bed.</div>
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<div>Ah yes, with the closeness to home comes all the stuff that could be put on hold while we were away, avoided, ignored... I know there are at least 140 "to-do's" I hit "snooze until October 1" on... guess what day tomorrow is? No wonder I'm looking forward to girls' night. :-)</div>
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<div>Looking forward to the treadmill (yes, really!) and losing this lump of flab that keeps blocking the computer. Looking forward to cooking food that doesn't have 4 times my daily sodium requirement or 3 times the fat limit. Drinking water out of my big JB glass. Getting clothes out of a closet instead of a suitcase. WEARING A DIFFERENT PAIR OF PANTS.</div>
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<div>Seeing the pussycats and waking up totally uncomfortable because I didn't want to move Cookie. Having Bomber start yelling at me an hour before breakfast.</div>
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<div>Hey, seeing the completed roof!</div>
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<div>Getting the students back into shape, getting my classical self back into shape, getting my inbox back in shape, getting the front yard back in shape (that's as far as I go -- the back'll just have to wait).</div>
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<div>Oy. We're home. The tour is over, everything else is about to begin.</div>
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<div>But first -- girls' night.</div>
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<div>Musically and manically,</div>
<div>Alyssa</div>
</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629922011-09-30T16:42:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:17-05:00A nice way to end the tour!Another sleep in -- yay! But Don finally gave up and woke me -- John had an energy audit guy coming in at 11:30, and we wanted to be out of his hair by then. They'd saved me some coffee. :-)<div><br></div><div>A bit of visiting and chit-chat, a fair bit of arguing about him paying us back for dinner the night before -- what can we say?: we're stubborn, and greatly appreciative of having a place to stay. Don loaded the suitcases in the trunk, and then we prepared to load the instruments. "Where are your suitcases?" asked John.<div><br></div>
<div>"Already in the trunk!"</div>
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<div>"Well, how am I supposed to sneak money into your suitcase when you're not looking?"</div>
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<div>Mwaahaaaahaaaaa...</div>
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<div>OK, we were sneaky, but he was even sneakier -- later that night, when we got back to our room, there was an e-mail from John to check the glove compartment. Grrrr...</div>
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<div>Hey, I know you've got a PayPal account, buddy! ;-)</div>
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<div>As previously mentioned, it was the first grey, low-ceilinged, drizzly day of fall. I was finally wearing knits. Getting ready to cocoon, but not yet... just a little longer.</div>
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<div>Don still had to get his nails done, as he was making the type of crackly sounds with them that make my teeth sweat and my spine go fizzledy -- and not in a good way. So he dropped me at the closest Starbucks and went in search of a nail place. I enjoyed a pumpkin loaf and grande bold and did some blogging and e-mails. My battery started to limp just as a table next to a receptacle freed up -- but where the heck was my husband? He had been stuck in traffic, went to the first mall where there was no nail place, but a hairdresser sent him to another place who sent him to another place and then he got stuck in traffic again.</div>
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<div>Oh well, at least we weren't in a hurry this time. Only a two-hours-and-a-bit drive today. He finally got back and grabbed his own breakfast -- bringing me a second grande bold. Don checked his e-mails for a sec, and then we got ready to hit the road, with Don saying he needed to fill up the gas tank on his way out of town.</div>
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<div>Twenty minutes out of town, he remembered this statement, just as the yellow light started flickering on and off...</div>
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<div>What starts with 4 and rhymes with more sight?</div>
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<div>I pulled up MapQuest -- no gas station listed for an hour and a half. We headed back to Thunder Bay.</div>
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<div>Gas in car and tongue firmly bitten down, we got back on the highway.</div>
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<div>Oh well, at least we weren't in a hurry this time...</div>
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<div>The drive was incredibly windy, but incredibly beautiful. The hills, the rocks, the lake, the waves... the fall colours! The reds and oranges had been shocked into display, and the yellows just brilliant.</div>
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<div>Big sweater / roaring fire / hot chocolate kind of day. We settled for fleece / grande bold / turn the heat up in the car. Soon, soon...</div>
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<div>We got to the turnoff for the Rossport loop. Quickly found the <a href="http://serendipitygardens.ca/">Serendipity Gardens Guest House</a>, with a sign to check in at the Cafe, about 400 metres ahead. Sure enough, there was the cafe -- a cute spot from the outside, with colourful Muskoka chairs laid out along the grounds and a big staircase leading up the hill into the main building.</div>
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<div>There was nobody eating there, but it was late afternoon. Roger was the first to come out and greet us, and called his wife Mary shortly after. We signed in to the guest house (complimentary, as part of our payment for the night), and he brought out our "breakfast box" to take back to the room for morning -- a cute blue and white thermos purse, filled with juice, yogourt and muffins.</div>
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<div>They showed us the corner where we'd be playing, so we decided to set up before the dinner folks showed up. They directed us to the alley and parking lot out back, so we didn't have to haul all our stuff up those stairs! We loaded everything in and started to set up.</div>
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<div>Mary offered us a glass of wine, which we declined for now, but told her we'd take her up on it after we were finished singing. She also told us dinner was also on the house -- a pleasant surprise. It was easiest for her to serve us before the regular guests came in, and that would give us time to digest before we sang, too. She gave us a couple of menus and set us up at a table.</div>
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<div>The menu looked fabulous, and there was also a fresh-caught fish entree. But my eyes had already been caught by the spanakopita and greek salad. Don ordered the mediterranean chicken. Both these came with the soup of the day, which was a bean soup. Mary started us off with a basket of hot bread and little bowl of spicy olives. I hadn't realized I was so hungry...</div>
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<div>Out came the soup, in big platter-like bowls. Good thing I was hungry, because it was a meal in itself -- nice and hearty, more like a bean stew than a bean soup! We ate it all. :-)</div>
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<div>And then, Mary brought out an armload of food. We looked around the room -- no, that big group of ten hadn't arrived yet, this was all for us! A platter of THREE spanakopita slices for me, plus a separate dinner-plate sized greek salad. Don had a giant platter with rice, vegetables, mediterranean chicken and greek salad. Good thing we still had a few hours before showtime!</div>
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<div>I dove into the first triangle -- and perhaps burnt my mouth a bit in my enthusiasm. It was worth it. :-) I realized, though, that if I ate everything in front of me, it would take more than a few hours to digest! So I aimed to finish the salad and just the first triangle -- the other two would be nice as a midnight snack or car picnic.</div>
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<div>Don ate the whole darned thing. :-)</div>
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<div>The dinner guests were coming in, so we grabbed a to-go box from Mary before she got too busy, and took it and our breakfast box to the guest house.</div>
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<div>From the outside, it's a bright and cheery aquamarine-painted building, looking a bit like two tall and skinny barns or perhaps fat church arches glued together. Inside are four separate guest rooms. We were in room 4, which is on the second floor. We let ourselves in the front door, and walked up the wooden staircase, taking a peek at all the local art on the walls, and the bookcases at each landing. Let ourselves into room #4 and... WOW!</div>
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<div>The four trusses rise up from the corners, curving up to meet in the centre of the ceiling -- the walls and ceiling are a mixture of red cedar, spruce and pine. More like a cathedral than a hotel room. And a beautiful room! Very large, with a bed area, a living room area, kitchenette / dining area, and a huge bathroom with big bathtub -- I promise myself a bubble bath after the show (but never make it...).</div>
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<div>I settle down on the couch with the laptop. Don lies on the bed "to look at the ceiling". Yeah, whatever... I type to the sound of snoring. :-)</div>
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<div>Almost showtime! I wake up sleeping beauty, and we head back to the cafe. We pop in the back door and Mary tells us that Liz, Kathy and Tim are here from Red Rock. We head over to their table and enjoy a nice round of hugs. This is the first time we've seen Liz in a while -- she was in China when we were at the festival this summer, and is full of interesting stories about her work and travels. Kathy is the hospitality co-ordinator for <a href="http://livefromtherock.com/">Live From The Rock</a>, so doesn't get much chance to visit or listen during the festival, so she was looking forward to being able to sit down and finally hear a full show with us. We enjoyed a nice visit with the three of them, and then Roger said it was time to get started.</div>
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<div>We headed to our "stage" and tuned up. The party of ten stood up and made a hasty retreat. Ah well, not music lovers... they were soon replaced by a number of people who were coming in just for the show -- including some more friends from the festival, and a bunch of total strangers (otherwise known as future friends!).</div>
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<div>We're working without a P.A., but the acoustics are so good, we don't really need one -- once the table of ten makes it out the door and the grannies in the corner get the "sshhhh" hints aimed their way. It's kind of like a house concert, but in a really big living room overlooking Lake Superior. :-)</div>
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<div>Roger has built the cafe, as well as the guest house -- quite a master, in our opinion! He and Mary are obviously music lovers, too, and Roger is often asking Don about various tunings he's using, etc. The audience -- even the grannies, eventually -- is attentive and appreciative, and we're having a great time.</div>
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<div>We take what's supposed to be a short break, as our start time was delayed with the large business group that left, but everyone's wanting to chat, so... we chat back (surprise!). But we know Mary wanted to put her feet up by 11:00 (she's been working solo tonight, as her scheduled staffer's mother was in hospital), so we ease our way back to the stage for our second set.</div>
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<div>We're finished. The tour is over. Wow, we did it -- just one 13-1/2 hour drive to go! (Just?!?)</div>
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<div>Some more visiting with friends new and old, and then folks gradually trickle out to their cars (nobody in the audience was actually from Rossport, everyone had a bit of a drive still). Big hugs from our Red Rock crew.</div>
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<div>Roger brought us each a glass of Merlot (he pours like my sister -- right to the top, yeah!), and we started to pack up.</div>
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<div>Mary had a quandry -- only one piece of chocolate cake left, what to do, what to do? ;-) Don opted for the cake, and I went for the cheesecake. She disappeared in the back for a moment and came out with two GINORMOUS plates of dessert, all artistically drizzled in chocolate sauce and raspberry syrup.</div>
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<div>We sat down to eat, drink and chat with our ever-so-generous hosts. As well as running the cafe and guest house, Mary is a parole officer for youth in the area -- and a very wide area it is. Roger came to Canada in '68 from Ohio, and his design and construction expertise is self-taught. They both love music of all sorts of varieties, although seem to have a leaning towards the rootsy side. And they've got strong pouring arms -- Mary refilled our Merlot with a Tarah-pour, to help us digest those giant desserts (Don finished, I left the last few bites).</div>
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<div>More big hugs good-bye, and an invitation for us to return anytime -- they loved it when someone of our quality came to their venue!</div>
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<div>We headed back to our beautiful room at the guest house, just leaving the instruments in the car -- there are only 35 households in Rossport, and the parking spot was right under our window, and it hadn't yet gotten TOO cold outside.</div>
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<div>I decided to forego the bubble bath, as it was after midnight and we were setting the alarm for 6:00 -- yes, really. We signed the guest book and settled down for a very short sleep.</div>
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<div>It was a great way to end the tour, though -- a fun concert, a fabulous meal and a great place to stay. When the last memory of the tour is a good one, it's more likely we'll go on another one sometime. :-)</div>
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<div>Musically,</div>
<div>Alyssa</div>
</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629932011-09-29T13:27:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:17-05:00Heading homeI am blogging about Wednesday, though today is Thursday. I'm sitting in a Starbucks (surprise!) while Don is out finding a place to do his nails. It's the first real day of fall -- at least, in Thunder Bay. The sky is grey, clouds hanging low and being blown to and fro. We had to swerve around numerous empty garbage pails and lids to get here. The leaves are swirling.<br><div><br></div><div>I am finally wearing one of my warm shirts, for the first time all tour. In the next 36 or so hours, I'm gonna have to wear four more plus a couple of sweaters in order to justify their presence in my suitcase. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Ah well, if I hadn't packed them, the weather would have been freezing all month!</div><div><br></div><div>So, back to Wednesday.</div><div><br></div><div>Another travel day, so not terribly exciting. Even Mr. and Mrs. GrumpyPutz were hidden out of sight (and sound).</div><div><br></div><div>We woke up early -- yes, really -- so we could say good-bye to Sam and Susan before they went to work. Sat around the kitchen table drinking coffee, commenting on articles in the paper -- you know, that stuff people normally do when they wake up early for work. :-) Sam grabbed an extra cup, which he acknowledged would make him late for work, but... I guess he didn't want the visit to end, either! Susan left first, Sam when his coffee was finished -- I think he got out the door around 8:20, which didn't bode well for his 8:30 start. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>I got some last-minute stuff done for the OFS and home -- the cell connection from the provincial border in to Thunder Bay being rather questionable -- then got dressed and packed up, while Don filed the gas tank.</div><div><br></div><div>We left the house more or less when we'd wanted. MapQuest sent us on an extremely convoluted route out of town, much of it under construction, too. A few wrong turns and u-turns later, we were finally close to the highway. Quick Starbucks search and... bonus, we're just about to be there! Properly loaded up, we hit the highway. Despite the late highway-getting-to, Mr. and Mrs. GrumpyPutz are nowhere to be seen. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We did a little happy-dance as we crossed the provincial border. Almost home!!!</div><div><br></div><div>Took a little detour / scenic route / didn't really know what we were doing into Kenora, but found our way back to the main highway without a problem -- somebody should really update MapQuest, though, that 17A is the way to go around! OK, I guess that would be us...</div><div><br></div><div>Internet and cell connections disappeared -- ah yes, we must be on the north shore of Superior. You know, the place where the map shows a bunch of coverage and we and our other touring friends have yet to find any? Let it go, Lyssy, let it go...</div><div><br></div><div>Another little happy dance as we passed the sign indicating the time change. Now we're the same time zone as home!</div><div><br></div><div>The rest of the trip was fairly standard, albeit with some construction taking time away. We ended up reaching Thunder Bay about an hour and a half later than we'd wanted to get there -- oops!</div><div><br></div><div>We had offered to take <a href="http://www.johnstadtlander.com/">John</a> and Sharron out for dinner as a thank you, but their grandson was staying with them on a surprise visit this week (his mom was sick), so we'd decided to order in, instead. When we arrived at the house, Sharron and Nathan were heading out for a "b" errand -- getting bread, bananas, etc. We loaded our stuff in with John, making our way around the lego and trucks (most of the time!). Had a nice visit, were wondering what was taking Sharron and Nathan so long, but they finally arrived, with the reason for their delay -- Nathan was halfway through a banana-strawberry smoothie!</div><div><br></div><div>Back in the house, Nathan took it upon himself to show us all his toys. Don enjoyed playing with them far too much. :-) Nathan was showing us all his police cars and ambulances with sirens on the top, and I mentioned that Don used to be a firefighter and had a fire truck with a big red siren. Nathan's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he nearly exploded... then he found his two red fire hats and all of his various fire trucks. Boy bliss. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>The adults tried to figure out where to order in from -- it got narrowed down to Kelsey's or Appleby's, but Kelsey's was the easiest menu to find, so it won. Yes, we're definitely closer to home -- all we needed was for Kim to greet us at the bar!</div><div><br></div><div>Sharron attempted to get Nathan into the bath, while John and Don headed out to pick up the food. Apparently, there was quite a fight over who was going to pay the bill. Don won, but I'm not sure how he did it -- I ask no questions. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Occasionally accompanied by Nathan, who was having trouble falling asleep, the four of us sat at the kitchen table and ate our meals with a lovely bottle of Shiraz, followed by a bottle of "Sharron's Plonk", as John called it -- which was perfectly good as well.</div><div><br></div><div>Just when we thought it was safe... Sharron brought out dessert! Neither Don nor I could even conceive of it -- we'd eaten far too much already. We promised to do it for breakfast (oops, just realized we didn't keep that promise, AND I forgot my leftovers in the fridge -- hope you like lemon-pepper shrimp penne, John and Sharron!).</div><div><br></div><div>A bit more visiting, and then it was definitely nap time! John and Sharron were in Nathan's room, with him on a camping mat on the floor and Remo (the golden retriever) out in the hall. We, once again, were given the master bedroom -- people are far too nice to us!</div><div><br></div><div>Musically -- and maybe doing a little almost-home-happy-dance,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629942011-09-28T21:10:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:17-05:00Birthday Day / The Mists of Avalon / Oh Canada!I did hear Sam and Susan leave for work Tuesday morning, but then my go-back-to-bed gene kicked in, and that was the end of that. Still, when I woke again, Don was comatose and snoring his birthday snores. I played a few rounds of Sudoku to warm up my brain before making demands of my body -- besides, I was kind of trapped, having taken the side of the bed against the wall, so Don could get up first without waking me up. So much for that... :-)<br><div><br></div><div>Finally, I heard a mumbled "good morning". And I broke into Happy Birthday -- but quietly. :-) We'd agreed to actually celebrate "for real" once we got home, but he at least needed a birthday song!<br><br>This was the day for me to finish up the Orillia Folk Society stuff, before I entered the no-internet territory around Thunder Bay (no Rogers, your map is still lying through its teeth, there is no signal, no matter how many ways your so-called Customer Service representatives invent to talk down to me!), as well as taking care of some personal stuff back home. So much of the day was spent in my slouches at the kitchen table -- oh, the glamour! :-)<br><br>Don was playing with Sam's guitar in the living room, and fell in love with his clip-on tuner. At 3:15, he announced he was going to go to Long & McQuade to get one, and then get his nails done on the way back.<br><br>I reminded him we had to leave the house at 5pm to get to our gig and there would be rush hour traffic. No problem, he said.<br><br>Remember what I mentioned in the previous blog about foresight?<br><br>About ten past four, just as I'm about to go upstairs to wash my hair, I get a call on my cell -- he's lost, still hasn't made it to Long & McQuade.<br><br>Seriously.<br><br>I figure out where he is and talk him in the rest of the way. Call another ten minutes later to make sure he found it. Yes. Good.<br><br>Shower time! (Once again, you're welcome.)<br><br>When I get out of the shower, Sam and Susan are home. No sign of Don. They would have been home earlier, but they were stuck behind an accident on Main St. for over half an hour.<br><br>Yes, Main Street, the road Don will be coming home on.<br><br>Seriously.<br><br>I call Don's cell again to figure out where he is. Fortunately, he got lost again (!) on the way home and asked a guy for directions, which steered him around the worst of it. He's just around the corner.<br><br>5:15, Don arrives home to change and get his instruments ready for our 5:00 departure. (!) He's got two new tuners (even though his two old tuners worked just fine and we have several Long & McQuade-s back home... just sayin'), but is not certain his nails will last through the gig. (!!!)<br><br>5:28, we make our 5:00 departure.<br><br>Fortunately, Sam and Susan have given us an alternate route that isn't too clogged. As we're about 5 minutes away from our destination, Don exclaims "oh, this is where I turned to go to Long & McQuade this afternoon!".<br><br>Seriously.<br><br>Foresight, remember? When checking the route to Long & McQuade, he never clued in to the fact that it's right around the corner from Pam and Kevin's (where he's been before), nor did he think to check, at 3:15 when he left, whether this was something we could do en route from the north end of the city to the south end of the city.<br><br>Seriously.<br><br>But it was his birthday. And it's considered bad form to call your husband a dimtwit on his birthday. No matter how much you'd like to.<br><br>Seriously.<br><br>So I smiled and ignored and tucked it all away for the day-after-birthday blog, when I'm once again allowed to call him a dimtwit without breaking the birthday code. :-)<br><br>Seriously.<br>(Just once more, for old-time's sake...)<br><br>We find Pam and Kevin's house without further ado -- "Avalon Arts". Pam answers the door and is all big hugs, even for me, who she's just met. I like hugs. :-)<br><br>We load our gear in, and then she introduces us to two guests who have come early to join them for dinner -- Kian and Zeinab, who just arrived here in August from Iran to study at the University. Pam and Kevin seem to make it a habit to take foreign students under their wing -- another former student, Tiago, has now moved back here from Brazil, and will be at the concert later, too. So our Avalon Arts concert is a truly international event!<br><br>Kian and Zeinab are a lovely young couple, still trying to get the hang of Canadian slang and catch up with Pam and Kevin's fast-talking son, but doing beautifully with the language, helping out wherever they can, and trying very hard to adapt to the culture in their new home. (As Pam later commented, it must be quite the culture shock for Shiite Muslims from a rather fundamentalist country to come to Winnipeg -- Zeinab is learning to knit mittens and toques now! -- and a community of people who are constantly hugging each other!)<br><br>Kian played us some music from a CD by a traditional Persian singer and an old American blues guy -- the blending was beautiful, and the song we listened to was presented with her singing the original song, and then he would translate the poetry into English and sing it blues-style. He promised to send us a link to their iTunes page -- we'll share when we get it!<br><br>Don ate dinner with them too, as he hadn't had time to even have lunch, while I set up the CDs and mailing list. Then the other guests started coming in. It was a really great group of people, including their friend Wendy, who shares a birthday with Don -- although, as she pointed out, a decade later. :-) Someone (perhaps her husband? I didn't notice) had brought in a giant birthday cake -- which we had to just look at until we'd finished singing. :-(<br><br>All the guests had arrived, so we started our first set a bit before 7:30. What an appreciative audience!!! We kept hearing "wow" after many of our songs. AND they loved Scarlett (my accordion, for the uninitiated) almost as much as I do. My voice was finally getting back to its normal, healthy self -- my brain seemed to be going in the other direction. A few "whoopsie!" moments, but people were kind and forgiving -- thank you, Winnipeg. :-)<br><br>Break time, and we enjoyed visiting with Pam and Kevin's friends. Some of them had been out to see Don's solo concert way back in 2004, and came out to see him again. It was, as always, fun chatting with everyone, but we were conscious of the fact that many folks had to wake up the next morning, so Pam urged everyone back to the living room for the second set.<br><br>OK, the voice had a wee moment on the last high note of "Real Big Man", but other than that, it was feeling back to normal. Wish I could say the same for my brain... I haven't messed up the accompaniment so badly all tour. Sigh... Once again, very forgiving folks. We finished the set, got excited to finally eat cake, but they wanted an encore. :-)<br><br>They got the encore, we got cake. Everyone was happy. :-)<br><br>AND birthday girl Wendy won the "line from a famous Canadian poem" contest -- the 4th person ever to do so, with the first 3 being from B.C. Happy Birthday, Wendy!<br><br>A few folks stayed around to chat, but not terribly late. Kian and Zeinab helped to tidy up while we packed up our things, and then Kevin got ready to drive them and Tiago back home -- we think there's the beginning of a wonderful multi-national friendship between the three of them! We headed out ourselves, with big hugs all 'round.<br><br>As we were driving home, we had big silly grins on our faces. We'd had just a fabulous evening and, despite my brain farts, were enjoying quite the music high -- as well as the joy shared with Pam and Kevin's friends. Plus, we were really loving the fact that we lived in Canada, where Iranians and Brazilians can sit in Winnipeg and listen to music from Ontario that draws its roots from myriad other cultures. Oh Canada!<br><br>Still glowing today, in fact.<br><br>Seriously. :-)<br><br>We got back to the house, where Susan's meeting had just ended about 20 minutes before we got there. Sam had been working on proposals all night. We gave him the hug and the kick in the shins Pam had sent for not being there. :-)<br><br>They were easily tempted with a bottle of Dirty Laundry's Pinot Gris, though, and we headed to the sunroom to chat about our evenings.<br><br>Susan was beat, but Sam wanted to show us some of what he'd done with our photos, and transfer the originals to our hard drives. They're looking great! I have zero room left on my hard drive, so will have to show them to you when we get home -- not much longer now!<br><br>JPGs transferred, we all went to bed for a short sleep.<br><br>Musically and multiculturally,<br>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629952011-09-28T13:52:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:17-05:00Monday -- beginning of Week Six!Sorry for the delay, folks -- yes, we had just a travel day, but with much personal stuff to attend to, plus had to organize the <a href="http://orilliafolksociety.ca/">Orillia Folk Society</a>'s <a href="http://orilliafolk.ca/ofs/friday_sep30.html">season opener</a> with <a href="http://www.sytesounds.com/">Andrew Collins</a> and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/tylerknightmusic">Tyler Knight</a> this Friday, plus... Don had the audacity to ask me to drive part of the route. ;-)<br><div><br></div><div>Not a huge amount to report about Monday, anyhow. We were awakened at 6:30am by a call from my dentist office, reminding me about next week's appointment. Geez, lady, when Don told you a few days ago that we were out west, did you not think about the time change?!? Ugh...</div><div><br></div><div>I am the master of falling back asleep. Don, not so much... When the alarm went off, he wasn't in bed. A few snooze buttons later, and I realized he was nowhere to be seen, either. Saw, finally, a note on my laptop that he'd gone back to 23 Main Street for breakfast with his laptop. I had just sent him an e-mail to ask him to bring me a coffee and a treat (remember those coffee-in-the-morning wedding vows?), when he came in the door. Empty Handed. So much for the wedding vows...</div><div><br></div><div>We packed up the car, checked out of Capone's Hideaway, and found the Starbucks. Where I bought the coffee. Hmmm... maybe I should take the same kind of liberties with the whole "forsaking all others" part?!?</div><div><br></div><div>And yes, this man was about to be stuck in a car with me for seven hours. Foresight was never Don's forte...</div><div><br></div><div>And so, Mr. & Mrs. Grumpyputz made the journey from Moose Jaw to Winnipeg. Descriptions eliminated so as not to upset small children or other mortals. Started with Don driving, me working. Then me driving, Don sleeping. Then me driving, Don playing Solitaire. Then Mrs. Grumpyputz having a bit of a snarkyfit. Then Don driving, me working. Then Don driving, me navigating us in to Winnipeg.</div><div><br></div><div>We got to <a href="http://sambaardman.com/">Sam</a> & Susan's place pretty much on schedule -- we had been running early, but construction on the way in had slowed us down at the very end. It was yet another glorious evening. The front door was open, so we loaded in our stuff and called our hello-s. Silence. Hmm... We heard running water -- maybe they were in the shower? Nope, that was the dishwasher. Maybe they'd been kidnapped by aliens or those guys in the purple-blue shirts (long story -- see below)? Maybe they'd heard about the snarkyfit and were hiding?</div><div><br></div><div>I looked out the back window and saw the top of Susan's head down by the water. We made our way down the lawn and found both of them back there, enjoying some rye & gingers and watching the water. Susan sat me down in one of their new "gravity chairs", and Sam sent Don to get us our rye & gingers. Balance was restored. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>OK, the story of the purple-blue shirts: When we were staying at Sam & Susan's on our way west last month, Don was walking back to the house after getting his nails done, when an older guy on a bicycle asked if he could speak to him for a moment? He pointed to Don's shirt, and said "I just wanted to say that I know about all you guys with the purpley-blue shirts. I just wanted you to know that I'm aware of what you're doing, and even though it's top secret I think it's a really good thing you're doing it, and I support what you're doing. I'd really like to help you out, but I have some things to do first, you know, I have some mental health issues I have to sort out first, but I wanted you to know that I'm totally in agreement with what you're doing, and I thank you guys for doing what you're doing." [Whatever that is.] Don said "thank you very much, I appreciate your support," and off he went.</div><div><br></div><div>So, back to Monday...</div><div><br></div><div>Rye and gingers finished -- well, actually, I had been sipping daintily, but was ordered to "chug", because people were hungry ;-) -- we got ready to head out. We'd offered to take Sam and Susan out for dinner, to thank them for putting up with us yet again. A discussion ensued (we aren't the only ones!): Sam wanted to go to Colosseo, Susan to Civita. Sam was driving, so he appeared to be winning...</div><div><br></div><div>But, once the parking spot was found, we had to walk by Civita first. The menu was looking pretty darned good, so we decided to head there. It was fairly quiet, being a Monday, and there was only one water on staff -- she somehow covered TWO patios and the inside dining room, where we ended up. Sam said if we were getting dinner, they'd get the wine, and ordered a litre of Fat Bastard -- I think, just so he could say "Fat Bastard" and get away with it. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Unfortunately, Susan had already had a large lunch, but the rest of us went to town. :-) Don started with a prawn cocktail -- the prawns were bigger than his fist! -- I had a spinach salad, and Sam had bison chili, which he shared with Susan. For main course, Don went for ribs, I had a sweet potato ravioli with smoked cheddar sauce -- decadence! -- Susan had mussels in garlic and white wine sauce with yam frites, and Sam had the pulled lamb (so many jokes, so little time...) and fettuccini special. All amazingly delicious. The waiter had brought Don the wrong prawn appetizer (there were two, but he didn't care, he just took what she brought), AND she'd overheard it was his birthday, so she offered him dessert on the house. He picked the chocolate lava cake and two forks, and Sam and Susan had hazlnut torte and two forks.</div><div><br></div><div>We definitely needed the walk back to the car.</div><div><br></div><div>And when we got home, we still needed a walk -- more like a waddle. So we took a waddling tour of the neighbourhood, before coming back to crash into the kitchen chairs and moan a little. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Sam and Susan had an early morning the next day -- you know, that whole working a real job thing -- so headed to bed, with us not too far behind.</div><div><br></div><div>Zzzzz...</div><div><br></div><div>Musically -- even when asleep,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629962011-09-26T14:41:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:17-05:00Sunday, not-so-bloody SundayWhat a great bed -- didn't want to get out. But we'd agreed to 10am brunch, so we could leave by noon -- whose crazy idea was that?!? ;-)<br><div><br></div><div>We checked the weather (hot!), got dressed and padded into the main part of the house, where Duff and Holly were just starting up as well. Holly had shown us how to use the coffee maker the night before (one of those single-serving thingamajigs), and Don was able to make his own cup, with a bit of Duff's help. When it came to my cup, though... uh-oh. Between the three of us, it could not be done. Holly to the rescue -- I am human once more.</div><div><br></div><div>They've whipped up a delicious brunch for us all: "easy risers" (fried eggs on english muffins with sliced cheese and sausage for the carnivores) and real home fries. Once again, we are pleasantly stuffed.</div><div><br></div><div>We learn that Duff once ran for M.P. in his riding (Liberal in a staunch Conservative territory -- you can guess the result), so of course the conversation turns to politics. Uh-oh, now we'll never leave! ;-)</div><div><br></div><div>But, I'm able to pry Don away, and we actually make it to the car fairly close to our desired schedule. Holly loads us up with ice waters (much needed, thanks!), we say our good-byes and we frappe la rue.</div><div><br></div><div>The directions are quite simple -- stay on highway 16 until you get to highway 2, then turn right and go until you can't. I think we can handle it... It's the typical prairie open road and big sky for most of it. Don keeps quipping about the mountains every time we see a hill (I think I liked him better when he slept through the prairies!), but then as we're heading south on highway 2, we hit a beautiful river valley near North Grove. That shuts him up until we get to town. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Moose Jaw is a very historic town -- we were advised to go on a tour of the underground tunnels from the prohibition days but, alas, our schedule doesn't allow. The venue is easy enough to find, right in the heart of the downtown historical district, and right next to it is a motel, "Capone's Hideaway" -- "an adventurous choice" said one couple we met at the cafe later on that evening, but perfectly clean and cheap (our only complaint was there was no soap in the bathroom...). They've tried to decorate it according to theme, with an old-style lamp and telephone, and a chest of drawers that looks like an old liquor cabinet. It's right across from the former train station, and probably above one of the tunnels. Capone, of course, probably didn't spend a whole lot of time here, but it's good for tourism. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We'll have to leave some time next visit to take a tour of the tunnels -- apparently a 2-hour tour. They start at the train station and work their way towards various hotels, a shoe store and "Rosie's house". Not sure who Rosie was, but I'm guessing visits to her house were rather, ah, entertaining.</div><div><br></div><div>We check in to the motel and walk our first load of instruments over to the cafe, <a href="http://23mainstreet.ca/">23 Main Street</a>. What a great place! This is exactly where I'd be hanging out all the time if I lived in Moose Jaw. A long room with exposed brick walls and hardwood floors, tall cafe tables and clusters of big comfy couches. The "stage" is a slightly raised area in the front window (tall cafe tables are there when it's not being used as a stage). The food counter is to your left as you walk in -- first the ice cream parlour (!), then the coffee shop, which also offers pizzas and paninis and salads, etc., plus the whole wide array of specialty coffees and teas. There are some scarves and clothes being sold in the back section, plus books and jewellery on shelves around the store, and artwork along the walls.</div><div><br></div><div>We introduce ourselves to the barista who tells us the boss is out getting some supplies but should be back soon, and we can store our stuff in his office while we wait. We go back and get our second load to stash in the office. She offers us drinks while we wait -- I pick "white orchard" tea (very nice) and Don just goes for water. We figure we might as well eat now too, so we have time to digest before we sing (lesson learned from the night before!). She says it's on the house -- we knew the drinks were, but dinner was unexpected -- thanks 23 Main! I opt for the veggie roma panini, Don orders a spicy chicken pizza with chipotle-lime seasoning, and we stake out a big comfy couch. Don finally gets a chance to check his e-mail (they also have wireless -- yay!), and I finally remember to check the messages at home -- hey, what's two weeks, really? Anyone who really needed to get us would call our cell phones... but not the 14 recorded messages from PC Financial. Geez, if they'd bothered to hire humans to make the calls, they would have heard the cell phone numbers!!!</div><div><br></div><div>Our dinners arrive and... oh geez, this is really good food! I'd pretty much live here and get really really fat...</div><div><br></div><div>Taylor, the manager, comes back -- a young guy with a really great energy about him. He's recruited a man to help him set up the stage, I'm guessing in return for a coffee or sandwich or something, as this guy seems to be a little hard on his luck and perhaps battling some mental illness, from the conversation we later have. OK, so this is also a cafe with a good heart. Me like.</div><div><br></div><div>We get ourselves set up and ask him the details of when we should start / break / stop, etc. -- he's pretty easygoing with it, just play it by ear. Oh, but wait, there's also a spotlight he wants to set up on us. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>It's a tip-jar gig, not the kind of thing we'd usually want to do, but on a night we'd have to travel through anyhow, It's a nice filler in a town that doesn't know us, and helps cover the motel bill. A friendly, community spot that I'd recommend to any musicians travelling through under the same premise -- no guarantee, and probably not your highest-earning tour gig, but it's a nice place, a great meal, and a friendly, feel-good community. We really enjoyed ourselves.</div><div><br></div><div>The place is pretty hopping for a Sunday night, too -- we had no idea what to expect, this was one of our last-minute gig finds, and with our cafe experiences this tour, we were obviously a bit wary. The cafe-goers were appreciative, especially this one couple in the first set of couches, and the staff seemed to love it too.</div><div><br></div><div>We took our break and chatted a bit with the couple in front. They were in town from Yorkton, SK (the east end of the province) for an anniversary visit to the spa. They'd seen us walking our instruments in earlier and had come in to check us out after their dinner. They were lovely people, and incredibly generous to the tip jar -- thank you, belatedly!!!</div><div><br></div><div>The cafe closed at 9:00, and by about 8:45, that couple and the staff were the only ones left. So we packed up our stuff and helped clear our dishes. We took our first load back to the hotel. When we came back for the second, another couple was there -- we're presuming the owners -- who said how much the staff had loved our music, and we were welcome back any time. We left them with a CD for the cafe, and said cheery good-nights.</div><div><br></div><div>Back at the motel, I did some online banking, Don played some solitaire (hmmm...), and then we fell asleep to the sounds of motorcycles (there are a LOT in this city) and trains.</div><div><br></div><div>Musically and Moosejawingly,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629972011-09-25T18:36:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:17-05:00Kindasorta one province closer to home...Saturday morning -- another sunny and clear one. I'm somehow awake first (has the world shifted on its axis?), but stay in bed for a while, enjoying the silence and the light patterns coming through the blinds... interspersed with a wee bit (!) of snoring coming from the pillow beside me. OK, maybe that's how I woke up first! ;-)<div><br></div><div>Footsteps and water running -- Maria must be up. I wait for the shower sounds to subside, then tiptoe out of the guest room. Hmm... no Maria. But she did mention a farmer's market, so maybe she headed over there? I grab some water (still dry in Edmonton, though not as dry as Calgary!) and tiptoe back to the room to get dressed. Don's awake now too, so no more tiptoeing. Maria comes in -- she'd just been sitting on the back patio, soaking up some sun.</div><div><br></div><div>Coffee time! Maria says she likes hers strong, too -- no wonder we get along so well. :-) She's used to doing 2 scoops of grounds into her little press, and has calculated that the larger press is three times the volume, so we all agree that 6 scoops must be the way to go.</div><div><br></div><div>Woah, mama! That's some mighty strong coffee!!! OK, apparently coffee making follows a logarithmic curve and not a directly proportionate diagonal. Maria dilutes hers with cream, and we add some extra hot water. It could still put hair on our chests, but is pretty darned good!</div><div><br></div><div>Maria puts me on toast duty, Don on chopping duty, and prepares to whip up a great Saturday breakfast -- scrambled eggs with roasted green and red peppers, and bacon for the carnivores. We are spoiled. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Then it's time for my accordion lesson! Maria says she feels a little odd teaching me, as she herself is self-taught -- but I figure she's been playing it for longer than I have, and she's darned good, so she must have a few words of wisdom, at least! She'd noticed a couple of things about my posture the night before (she's gone through many Alexander Technique workshops, which are all about balancing the body properly, and are terrific for instrumentalists!) which concern her -- so we experiment with some new strap lengths and instrument placement, which feel quite a bit better. As far as the bellows are concerned, she seems to keep things a lot closer to the body than I've been doing, which gives her a bit more control over the direction changes -- she gives me a few more tips on working with the phrasing and in-outs. Got much to practise!</div><div><br></div><div>Some more chatting -- geez, it's bad enough to get us started, but when we're chatting with someone we enjoy, and who enjoys chatting too, it can be a little dangerous! We realize it's quite a bit later than when we thought we'd leave. Better hit the road! Maria looks up the best way to get out of town (as there are more road closures), and shows us where the Safeway is -- so Don can get winegums (important road food!) and we can get our grande bolds for the car (there's a little SB kiosk in the grocery store). Not that our bodies probably need any more coffee, but it's the principle of the thing...</div><div><br></div><div>Once again, the roads are open and straight, and we're seeing lots of beautiful fall colours -- even some darker oranges and reds, so perhaps the Chinooks don't make it this far? Or maybe Louise's theory just got overturned... ;-)</div><div><br></div><div>Lloydminster is officially in Alberta, although it really straddles the border between Alberta and Saskatchewan -- Duff and Holly's house is east of the dividing line, so I'm not exactly sure whether to post my "one more province closer to home" status update. I opt to wait until we're really and truly in Saskatchewan, no doubt about it.</div><div><br></div><div>We finally get to Lloydminster about 4:30, and find the Stewarts' house easily. Duff comes out to greet us and tells us to pull into the driveway so it's easier to unload. Holly also emerges, closely followed by their Shih-Tzu, Scampi (I never did figure out if the dog's name is actually Scampi, or if it's Scamp but they've added the "y" suffix as a term of endearment). They help us load all our stuff in through the back door -- which is actually a door into a private courtyard and then into the house.</div><div><br></div><div>They've just moved here in the last month, renting for a while until their daughter finishes high school, they both retire and can move back to Ontario. It's a really interesting house, full of character, although perhaps lacking a few of the finishing touches here and there. The owners obviously have a bit of a Santa Fe bent, as Holly points out that the string of chilli-pepper lamps came with the house. :-) But it's a really great layout, wrapped around the courtyard. To the right of the courtyard as you're coming in the back lies the master bedroom with ensuite bathroom. The main body of the house (ahead of you as you come through the courtyard) is a big, open "great room" -- the open kitchen to the left, looking out on the large dining / living room, and then dropping down to the right into a recessed den with fireplace. Between this great room and the courtyard is a long thin office with sliding glass doors and big windows looking into the courtyard (would be a fabulous writing room!). Down the other side of the courtyard is the front entrance, two bedrooms and another bathroom. There's also a nice-sized back yard. Someone has started to put a tin ceiling on the kitchen, but stopped about a foot short of the wall -- nobody's quite sure why. A quirky DIY, but it's got a really nice feel to it.</div><div><br></div><div>Duff and Holly's 16-year-old daughter, MacKenzie, emerges from the room. We are warned she's very shy, but... that's parents for you. :-) She's quite talkative with us, and eager to show us her favourite tea shop around the corner, where she's been tasting her way through the dozens and dozens of different teas they sell. Duff drops the three of us off at the mall, and we spend time smelling and drooling over (but not into, don't fret!) some of the teas on offer. There's one called Love Potion #7 that smells more like dessert than tea, and indeed has tiny chocolate bits mixed in with the tea leaves. I opt for Butternut Cream, Don has Ginger Detox (we could probably use a good detox after this tour!), and MacKenzie has an iced Creme Caramel. It is, indeed, a good tea shop! Duff had gone off to buy some ice (there's a big red clawfoot tub in the courtyard, which they were planning to use as the cooler for the party that night), and was waiting for us in the parking lot -- then we all went to pick up their friend Cindy, who was coming for dinner and the concert.</div><div><br></div><div>When we got to the house, Holly had put out platters and platters of food -- my goodness, we will never be able to call ourselves "starving artists" after this tour! Cheese, crackers, chutney, sushi, spring rolls, antipasto, stuffed peppers... and they were also making dinner for us!</div><div><br></div><div>Duff was cooking pork and beef ribs for the carnivores in the outside smoker, MacKenzie was preparing her special salmon recipe, which she'd prepared for a recent cooking competition. This is one heck of a sixteen-year-old! There were also delicious purple carrots from Holly's friend's garden, rice... and more plates of pickles and other nibbles. The six of us sat down for a scrumptious meal. A huge meal. And then Duff brought out dessert -- little raspberry crumble tarts drizzled in clover honey. Egads... ok, well they are tiny...</div><div><br></div><div>We</div><div>Are</div><div>STUFFED</div><div><br></div><div>And, holy geez, we still have to put on a show! Water, lots of water.</div><div><br></div><div>We retreat to our room (actually, the master bedroom, which Duff and Holly have every-so-generously handed over to us for the night) to digest and get ready for the guests to arrive. We ask how many they're expected -- anywhere from ten to sixty, quips Holly, they're never too sure, but they are thinking about 20, as many are away, enjoying probably one of the last summer-weather weekends. A few of those people may be a bit late, due to kids' soccer games, etc.</div><div><br></div><div>As 8:00 nears, Duff and Holly are pacing and looking extremely nervous... A wave of relief crosses over them as the first doorbell chimes. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We near 8:30, and they're still quite disturbed by the turnout -- it's closer to their minimum projection so far -- but we figure we'll get started anyhow, so the people who did show aren't having to wait around too long (especially as there is one very young guest who is probably already way past his bedtime). More folks trickle in as we're playing. ("Oh, hello new people!" Don exclaims, after coming back from a tuning session to see fresh new faces have arrived in his absence.) Everyone is most appreciative and mentioning all sorts of people who should be here because they'd really love it and are missing out.</div><div><br></div><div>We take our "intermission" and have a chance to chat with some of the guests. Carson seems to be the troublemaker of the group. ;-) Originally from Newfoundland, but moved to Calgary when he was 16 and now owns his own construction business in Lloydminster -- while he may have lost most of the accent (until he's had a few, he tells us), The Rock has certainly not left him. He and Holly seem to be constantly ribbing each other, and he seems quite at home in kitchen parties.</div><div><br></div><div>What Cindy thought was just allergies has turned into a full-fledged cold, so she asks Duff to take her home, but not before buying a CD. We agree to wait for his return for the second half, and they're still expecting a few more people to arrive after various kids are taken home and other events completed. The young guy is still going strong, so we take a very extended break.</div><div><br></div><div>A few more guests arrive, Duff returns home -- they're still waiting for two they know for sure are coming. It's getting pretty late, though, so we get started on the second set. As we get to the second song (Yum), the couple arrives. Oh geez, the poor guys are going to wonder what the heck they've walked into if that's the first song they hear! Nevermind, they're dog owners, so it's OK. We redeem ourselves with the next bunch, anyhow. Then I do "Sweat" and single out Duff in the last verse -- his head snaps back so wildly to Carson, I think he's going to throw his back out! ;-) Just as we're about to finish up, in walks yet another couple, who weren't expected as they had a company "do" -- which we later learn involved a bagpipe-playing comedian (!) -- but they want to catch the tag end, at least. Not sure if it technically counts as an "encore", but we were asked to keep playing a couple more songs, so they could enjoy a bit more than one song. Just as we thought we'd finally get to share in some of the wine, Carson wants to hear something on the Hawaiian King again -- Don obliges.</div><div><br></div><div>Finally, wine. :-) (As I told them in the concert, my songs tend to be about either broken hearts or alcoholic beverages -- and I no longer have a broken heart.) Holly brings out a huge tray of vegetarian taco dip which "I made just for you, so you have to eat it all!". It is delicious, but fortunately there are others who assist, because there's a lot of it, and I've already got too many rolls of fat hanging over my keyboard as I type in the car... Just a few days until I hit the treadmill with a vengeance again!</div><div><br></div><div>We have a really delightful night with all Duff and Holly's friends -- a really diverse and fun bunch, whose numbers have now grown to what they were expecting (although Duff admits he was secretly hoping for more -- but it was fine for us!). Even the couple with the young one stays until almost midnight -- hopefully he's as good at sleeping in as he was at staying up! Slowly the remaining adults trickle away -- except, of course, Carson and his wife Cheryl (sorry if I'm spelling it wrong!). She's trying to get him out the door, but he's trying to ply us with more alcohol and start playing again. We've got a five-hour drive and a gig the next day, though, so we stay strong. Holly calls him a few names and Cheryl starts to slowly edge him towards the door. ;-) (Can you imagine how hard it would be to get Don to leave a party if he were also a Newf?)</div><div><br></div><div>We try to help clean up the dishes, etc., but Holly and Duff won't have any of that, so we pack up our gear, instead. Holly's eyes are rolling into the back of her head -- she's used to being asleep by 9:30 -- so Duff banishes her to bed, and we all follow suit shortly thereafter!</div><div><br></div><div>Head, meet pillow. Pillow, meet... zzzzzzz</div><div><br></div><div>Musically,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629982011-09-24T18:41:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:17-05:00Silver liningsLeaving another home -- damn, I hate that part.<div><br></div><div>Louise, of course, had early morning meetings (she's gonna sleep well this weekend!) on Friday. Don had left the door open for Ellie again, but it took a certain amount of cajoling to get her into the room this time. She only stayed on the bed a few minutes before taking up residence at Don's feet -- Don, of course, was eating breakfast, and she didn't want to miss a crumb. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>I gave up on Ellie and got out of bed for my coffee. Then we started packing up our bags and folding up the guest bed.</div><div><br></div><div>Ellie was not amused.</div><div><br></div><div>She went into Louise's room, curled up on the bed, and wouldn't meet our eyes. This dog can sulk!</div><div><br></div><div>We loaded up the car, to get the suitcases out of view, and sat with our laptops in the living room, catching up on stuff and waiting for Louise to come home from her morning of meetings. Ellie was happier when she showed up, but was still sulking.</div><div><br></div><div>We had a last wee visit with Louise, then big hugs and good-byes. It was time to head for Edmonton! An early stop for grande bolds and artisan sandwiches, and then we were on the highway.</div><div><br></div><div>The drive from Calgary to Edmonton is quite a bit straighter and flatter than what we'd been driving the previous weeks! Wide open roads, big sky, and the trees just starting to change colour -- lots of beautiful yellows, the occasional pale oranges, though none of the reds of Ontario. Apparently the Chinooks around here aren't too good for Maples (or so says Louise, but with the caveat that she doesn't remember where she heard that!).</div><div><br></div><div>The drive wasn't too bad, although we did run in to a bit of construction. As we neared Edmonton, <a href="http://www.mariadunn.com/">Maria Dunn</a> e-mailed us to let us know of the road closures in the area, and steered us to her house via roads that were actually open. People are so much more trustworthy than MapQuest. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Maria's in a lovely neighbourhood overlooking parkland, in a cute 2-bedroom bungalow she's lived in for almost nine months -- although, with all her touring (if you don't know her music, check her out!), she feels she's barely gotten used to the place.</div><div><br></div><div>We had a couple of hours before she had to head out to a radio interview and we had to get ready for our gig, so we were able to get a nice visit in. Maria also made us a light meal of sandwiches and salad, which held us all over quite nicely.</div><div><br></div><div>Maria dashed off to her interview, leaving us to relax for a while and get dressed for our evening gig -- our load-in wasn't scheduled until 7:15, so we had lots of time.</div><div><br></div><div>The route to the venue was easy enough (thank you, Edmonton, for making your grid system an actual grid and understandable system!), with just a bit of slowness as we passed the football stadium. Though once we got to the area, The Haven was a little tricky to find. It's a single door entrance to a basement venue, nestled among a block of XXX movie stores, "Adult" entertainment venues and massage parlours.</div><div><br></div><div>Er... geez... have we just made a horrible, horrible mistake?!? What kind of venue is this? But <a href="http://www.thehavensocialclub.com/">The Haven Social Club</a> has hosted many respectable folkies -- I don't think they'll expect us to play naked...?</div><div><br></div><div>Trepidatiously, we walk down the stairs into the venue. Alright, there's no pole in the centre of the stage, we're OK! In fact, it looks downright classy. Nice stage, tables laid out with chairs facing the stage, lovely artwork on the walls. No people... Don't restaurants usually have people? On a Friday? Hmmm... maybe it doesn't start hopping until showtime...?</div><div><br></div><div>We're starting to understand why Maria previously raised an eyebrow but remained politely silent when we told her where we were playing.</div><div><br></div><div>We find a human, who introduces himself as Rob, the bartender for the night. He's a really nice guy, shows us to the green room, tells us the sound guy will be coming in shortly, unlocks the back door so we can load in our gear from the parking lot.</div><div><br></div><div>And that is how we ended up loading our gear in through the door marked "Temptation Massage", and "Your pleasure is our service" written over a semi-erotic cartoon painting on the inside wall.</div><div><br></div><div>For the record, we were not tempted. ;-)</div><div><br></div><div>Our gear safely stowed away from tempting hands, we grab some water and wait for the sound guy to come and tell us where he wants us. Our opening act, <a href="http://www.lyrabrown.com/">Lyra Brown</a>, hauls in her keyboard -- assisted by mother and sister, we believe, though they never introduced themselves (neither did she, actually -- perhaps a little lesson in artistic attitude might be helpful, because she spent the rest of the evening unknowingly annoying one artistic director enough to put a "don't bother" stamp in the database, despite her interesting music) -- a local girl who recently won in the Youth category of the Calgary Folk Fest's songwriting contest. She immediately takes over the stage.</div><div><br></div><div>Bryce, the sound guy, comes in shortly after that, politely mentions that he only gives the feature act (us) a full sound check, but she can come 15 minutes before her set to do a line check.</div><div><br></div><div>Bryce gets us quickly set up and starts pulling up the sounds -- damn, he's really good! He's got a fabulous mix up in no time.</div><div><br></div><div>It's now about 8:15, cover started at 8:00. So far, there's one man (who looks kind of familiar, but it's dark looking out from the stage) at one table, plus the local girl's entourage of two. So much for the local opening act bringing out some new faces for us... Never mind, we know of a dozen or so people who said they were coming, so at least we'll see some familiar faces -- and maybe once the music starts, other strangers will pour in... you know, those who aren't first tempted by massage or XXX films... :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We head to the back to put together our setlist and not worry about it. When I emerge to refill my water glass, the single man at the single table has left. I don't even see a staff member in the room. This does not bode well...</div><div><br></div><div>Last night, we had dozens of people in the room and a crappy sound. Tonight it looks like we'll have awesome sound and nobody to enjoy it.</div><div><br></div><div>Don has a nap in the green room. I pace.</div><div><br></div><div>The opener does her line check... short pause, then we hear her doing something again. The sound of three hands clapping -- oh dear, she's started. We decide to be supportive and sit at one of the front tables to listen to her set. Mom and sis are in the front table, we're second to the front, and... well... there's Bryce doing sound... and a couple over at the side... and Rob the bartender... and the waitress scurrying around lighting candles on the tables.</div><div><br></div><div>We break our usual don't-drink-before-a-show rule and cash in our beer tickets.</div><div><br></div><div>Maria comes in part way through the opener and sits with us. Yes, she nods her head, that is the problem with this venue, there's no built-in crowd, you have to have a following you bring in yourself. Which, being the first time we've ever set foot in Edmonton, we don't have. Neither, it seems, does the local opener (perhaps she's pissed off more than artistic directors?).</div><div><br></div><div>Our turn. Well, the show must go on. Maria goes to sit next to the couple over at the side -- who, it turns out, are Sidney and John, who we met when playing at the Rose & Kettle in Cole Harbour, NS (they were on a year's sabbatical there at the time). We've got three true fans in the audience, that makes us feel better, at least. There's another woman sitting behind us now, and look, another man has just walked in, things are looking up!</div><div><br></div><div>Except that man and the diva-ette and family stand at the front of the stage, in constant loud conversation all through the first several songs of our set. I can see Maria's head bobbing in there direction, and she looks like she's about to head over when the two loudest in the group leave and the other two stay to listen for a bit. Bloodshed is spared. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We do a pretty good set, although it's definitely hard to keep the energy up. But our three fans enjoy it, the two quieter family members are very complimentary, and the venue's staff are really seeming to enjoy it, as well! OK, the audience may be small, but they're certainly appreciative! What the heck, it was a fun evening.</div><div><br></div><div>We're able to visit and chat a bit with Sidney and John -- they're terribly apologetic they weren't able to bring more people with them, they'd tried really hard, but many friends were away for the weekend, or had other commitments, there's a bunch of other concerts going on that weekend, AND it's the season opener of one of the (three!) Edmonton folk clubs that night, so all the people who would have really liked our music were probably there instead.</div><div><br></div><div>The bad timing bug...<br><br>(Although that doesn't quite explain the people who had told us they were coming...)</div><div><br></div><div>Rob at the bar is similarly apologetic, and is raving about how much he enjoyed the show. He says he's going to tell the booker how great we were, says as far as he's concerned, we're welcome back any time, and that next time he'll talk to the booker and make sure we're paired off with a local act who has a big following, because "you guys deserve a much bigger audience!"</div><div><br></div><div>The deal at this venue is that the hall keeps the first $250 of the door -- we obviously didn't come anywhere close to that, but the guy at the door has either dipped in to the kitty or taken money out of his own wallet for Rob to give us. "He felt bad, because you guys are so good, he thought you should at least go home with something!"</div><div><br></div><div>So... really pretty venue, really nice staff, super-colossally bad timing -- and, it seems, not the ideal first venue to play for newcomers. Lesson learned, we'll advise our fellow new-to-Edmonton musicians, and come back some day when we've got a bit more of a following (and it's not a weekend with so much going on!).</div><div><br></div><div>We hug Sidney and John good-bye, thank all the staff, and pack up the car.</div><div><br></div><div>We're starving!</div><div><br></div><div>We follow Maria to her favourite pizza place -- Tony's Pizza Palace. We're in luck, they're still open! We order one large "Sal's" and one medium vegetarian to go. The waiters try to ply us with liquor as we wait, but our drivers have already had a pint each, so we'll wait.</div><div><br></div><div>Dinner in hand and a bottle of wine in the trunk, we follow Maria back to the house and grab some plates and glasses. She has not led us astray, this is really good pizza! The wine (an Okanagan Merlot) is quite lovely, too. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We chat some more -- well, quite a bit more -- and realize it's quarter to two. We decide it's time for our beauty rest and call it a night.</div><div><br></div><div>Musically -- even in miniature!</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32629992011-09-24T03:50:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:17-05:00Why the previous blog was late...My body must have been worried about sleeping through our gig, because I was awake before the sun and even before Louise. Stupid body. I spent the next few hours dozing, but not terribly successfully. Don got out of bed first and, as requested, left the door open. It wasn't long before I had a golden retriever on top of me. :-)<div><br></div><div>I miss morning dog cuddles...</div><div><br></div><div>We decided to forgo the morning showers, etc., and get the P.A. figured out asap. Headed down to the pub to meet our contact and check out the mixer situation. She was there and happy to meet us, showed us where we'd be playing that night, and disappeared for a moment to show us the machine.</div><div><br></div><div>While standing in our "stage" we notice the room is very, Very, VERY loud. Hmmm... We'd better figure out a set list that doesn't require any sensitive-singer-songwriter stuff, just the up-tempo, loud ones. You know, all three of them. ;-)</div><div><br></div><div>Out walks grumpy and rather rude manager and tells us we can't be here right now, they're preparing for lunch rush. I politely and patiently (yes, me!) explain we just need to see what connections the mixer has, because if it's not something we can use, we only have a few hours to figure out what to do!</div><div><br></div><div>No.</div><div><br></div><div>Go away. Don't come back until after 1:00.</div><div><br></div><div>Okay...</div><div><br></div><div>So, we take a walking tour of downtown Calgary. Including walking by (not into!) the Palliser Hotel, where Don's uncle used to take him for dinner on special occasions.</div><div><br></div><div>Hungry ourselves, we decided to grab some lunch. Guess where we DIDN'T go for lunch?!? ;-)</div><div><br></div><div>Feeling a little haughty after having so much of our day wasted and blood pressures raised, we went back to the pub with our Starbucks cups in hand, and sat at the front table until rude manager allowed Kristi to come and talk to us.</div><div><br></div><div>As suspected, we'd waited all that time to discover that what they had was absolutely useless to us -- the "mixer" was a stereo mixer, with just RCA jacks for inputs and outputs.</div><div><br></div><div>Insert primal scream here.</div><div><br></div><div>Alright, off to the D.I. we go!</div><div><br></div><div>The D.I. is a huge building, flatiron shaped. Apparently it first opened on September 11, 2001, with its first clients being passengers stranded when all the airports shut down. It's a full-service homeless shelter, rehab centre, food bank, soup kitchen, employment and life skills training centre -- pretty much everything you need all under one roof.</div><div><br></div><div>Registered clients seem to be able to let themselves in with a fingerprint screening. We were buzzed in by the front security, and told to wait in the lobby for someone to come and get us. Lots of folks were milling about on the first floor, with many staff running through and saying hi to a lot of them by first name. Seems like quite the community.</div><div><br></div><div>Louise finally made it down -- she'd been in a meeting when we'd arrived -- and gave us a very brief tour (she'd wanted to give us the grand tour, but we were pretty pressed for time by that point!). She took us up to the music room, which is next to an art studio, and there's beautiful hand-crafted furniture for sale in the hall. Some of the more musically inclined clients get training in live sound and recording, those good with their hands learn carpentry, etc. Seems they've got lots of opportunities for people to learn many new skills!</div><div><br></div><div>Jordan had already set up a cart with everything he thought we might need. He was in a meeting, too, but Michael went through it all with us, and threw in a few more cords, just in case. Unfortunately, they only had one boom stand, and it was held together with duct tape, but they gave us that and a straight mic stand. They also didn't have any instrument mics or stands for my drum. Drat... don't think the subtle acoustics of the cajon would carry over in that pub (2 floors, square, us in the corner by the door and across from the bar). Sigh... beggars can't be choosers! (But I might have uttered a few curses at the pub manager, under my breath.)</div><div><br></div><div>We promised we'd take good care of everything, and loaded it all into our car and Louise's. Zoomed home (didn't get lost this time, thank goodness!) for the by-now-much-needed showers. While I was washing my hair, Don MapQuested Long & McQuade.</div><div><br></div><div>The car fully loaded (milk crate of cables on my lap, 16-channel mixer precariously balanced on cello behind Don's head), we found L&McQ quite easily. We definitely needed boom stands, not to mention ones that would stay together until the end of the gig. We found two collapsible ones, bought a couple of extra cables and -- ho ho! -- found a great deal on a kick drum mic for only $35. We'd use the duct-taped boom stand for that one. Things are looking up!</div><div><br></div><div>We rush off to the pub in good time, when suddenly... Calgary rush hour traffic. Eek! A little after 5:00, we get a cell call from Louise, who's at the pub with her carload of speakers. We're almost there -- just three blocks away!</div><div><br></div><div>Of course, one of those blocks is under construction, and reads "no through traffic". Screw it, we're from Toronto -- we bump and hurdle our way through, anyhow.</div><div><br></div><div>Kristin is there to help us set up, as his her foul manager, who must have sensed the daggers coming from my eyes, because she keeps her distance the rest of the evening. :-) We also meet Jessica, the representative from the United Way who's running the benefit that night. She's carrying what looks like a fold-up lawn chair in a sling. As we discover later, in wide-eyed wonder, this is actually a huge self-contained banner display for the United Way of Calgary -- it folds into itself kind of like an old projection screen we used to have as kids, only much tinier.</div><div><br></div><div>We get our gear set up -- which is kind of tricky, as talking to each other above the din is no easy feat. I feel like I've lost my voice before we even start -- water, guzzle lots of water! Ready for our sound check, we ask the bartender to please turn off the stereo, thinking we'll finally be able to hear ourselves.</div><div><br></div><div>No such luck. This pub is like a huge echo chamber, and the table in front of us is filled with eight rather sozzled twenty-something guys. We do the best we can on our own, and wait for Louise to return (from walking Ellie) to help us figure out the rest. The stereo comes back on -- quite heavy rock. Methinks this may be the wrong venue for folksy singer-songwriter fare... Sigh...</div><div><br></div><div>Nevermind, Louise in all her enthusiastic cheeriness returns, soon followed by Nan and Bob from the dinner party, and a few more friends we haven't met yet. There's a large table of United Way folks over to one side, and several other people who actually seem to be listening -- just not the table of sozzled twenty-somethings. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>I begin "My Cup" and hear a giant "WOAH, YEAH!!!" I feel mighty full of myself, until I see there's a football game on the big screen...</div><div><br></div><div>But, if you can ignore the sozzled twenty-somethings, and the fact that neither Don nor I can hear each other, let alone ourselves, there IS an enthusiastic, appreciative audience. Instead of our regular two sets, though, we opt for the extended single set of songs that may be vaguely appropriate for a bar setting. We're asked to turn up the speakers by the bar staff -- so they must be enjoying it too, or just trying to drown out the twenty-somethings. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>These are the truly exhausting gigs. You know there are people who are really listening, so you want to do your best and put together an ideal show for them. But you're fighting the sound and have no idea what, if anything, they can hear, and we don't even know if we're in tune with each other. So many good intentions... Apparently, though, we were in tune with each other. Or our "fan club" was too polite to complain. :-) Some lovely comments from our new friends and total strangers. And three encores -- though the last two seem to have come from Louise. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Seeing we were pooped, she promised to stop asking for encores, and bought us beer. We love Louise. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We learned that we'd managed to raise a few hundred for the United Way. We did good. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>And then the packing up began -- many people offered to help, but with a combination of our gear, the D.I.'s gear, and some of Michael's gear (and I had earlier discovered I was missing some clothes from... maybe Victoria?), we figured it was best if we did it ourselves, to minimize the room for mistakes.</div><div><br></div><div>As we were halfway through our packing, in walks MY blast from the past -- <a href="http://www.dinnerwithjulie.com/">Julie Van Rosendaal</a>. Julie was my best friend all through nursery school 'til the summer after grade one, when her family moved to Calgary. I haven't seen her since. I did rediscover her while working as a librarian in Cannington -- one of her cookbooks came to me for processing, and I was able to e-mail her via her publishing company. So we've been in touch from time to time over the past few years. She'd also helped with some of the PR for this trip, as she works at the CBC. Louise was very excited she was my friend, because she listens to Julie's cooking show all the time.</div><div><br></div><div>Julie and her husband had been to a restaurant opening earlier, and had come over as soon as they could -- unfortunately, after we were finished. But we did get to see each other again for the first time in about 35 years, which was tons of fun. We promised to be better coordinated the next time out. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We packed up our gear into ours and Louise's cars, and sent Louise home to bed. We still had to eat dinner (and couldn't handle the noise at the pub any longer), so she recommended a great pizza place on our way home. We grabbed a Margarita pizza with extra roasted mushrooms and took it back to the house.</div><div><br></div><div>Louise's car wasn't in the driveway, so we were worried something had happened to her. We let ourselves in and said hi to Ellie, and then Louise padded out in her jammies -- she'd put the car in the garage (really? I thought garages were for storing your junk?).</div><div><br></div><div>Saying "what the heck? I can sleep on the weekend!", she opened a bottle of Malbec and joined us on the couch, as Ellie very hopefully watched us eat our pizza. Sorry, dog, this is too good to share!</div><div><br></div><div>Louise and Ellie padded to their room, we shuffled into ours and... crashed!</div><div><br></div><div>Musically (or so I'm told),</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630002011-09-23T15:49:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:17-05:00Down memory laneSorry about the delay -- been busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest!<div><br></div><div>Wednesday, as mentioned, Louise had an 8:00 meeting -- not sure how she did it, but she was out the door long before we reached consciousness. When Don opened our bedroom door, Ellie was very happy to still have company. We had a lovely coffee- and dog-filled morning!</div><div><br></div><div>Then it was time for the trip down memory lane. We started in the Starbucks -- which I'm pretty sure was not around when Don lived here! But we needed lunch, and to map out the route to Don's old homes and schools.</div><div><br></div><div>I have to say, Calgary must have been designed to confuse tourists!</div><div><br></div><div>I'd always thought, when addressing letters to Calgary, that with all the numbered streets, it would be set up in a grid that was logical.</div><div><br></div><div>Not really.</div><div><br></div><div>The street numbers jump, or don't exist, or merge into each other, or are numbered and lettered: 13... 13A... 17. And I have to say, sometimes their signage is just plain lousy. Also, there are some neighbourhoods with actual street names, but they all begin with the same darned letter, so anyone unfamiliar with the language could be in big trouble. Plus all the various versions of each street name (4th St. NW, 4th St. NE, 4th St. SW, 4th St. SE, 4th Ave. NW, 4th Ave. NE, 4th Ave. SW, 4th Ave. SE), and the confusing "take the exit for 45 East and go southwest" is enough to make your brain bleed! I wonder how many lost children get reported here?</div><div><br></div><div>If I ruled the world... Just sayin' ;-)</div><div><br></div><div>Anyhow, we managed to find neighbourhood #1 (in the SE, should you be keeping track) -- not the first place Don lived in Calgary, but the first whose address he recalled. There was his old school (which he, of course, thought looked much smaller than he remembered), his friends' houses, the stoplight where the bully used to wait for him on the way to school...</div><div><br></div><div>The scaffolding where his house used to be.</div><div><br></div><div>Aw, dang! Looks like we really just missed it -- the old house had been torn down, and a monster home being built in its place. Very disappointing.</div><div><br></div><div>We managed to find our way to neighbourhood #2 -- eventually. This was in the northeast, in a neighbourhood where all the streets -- yes, ALL the streets -- begin with the letter "H". Except for the numbered ones and the ones that aren't. Oy!</div><div><br></div><div>This house was still intact, albeit painted in a different colour. We ducked through the alley he used to use to walk to school, and found the old school -- now looking like a very multi-cultural perhaps private school, as all the kids were in uniform and playing out in the yard. Must have been recess. We checked out the other school, which also looked smaller than remembered, and meandered through the neighbourhood. The place where he bought penny candy, the ravine he used to -- hey wait a second, it's now a 6-lane highway!</div><div><br></div><div>Don also commented on all the houses that didn't used to be there, "although they must have been, because they don't look that new". That's when I reminded him that he left Calgary 47 years ago, and 45-year-old houses don't look terribly new. ;-)</div><div><br></div><div>Then it was off to the cemetery, to find his father's gravestone. It's a huge cemetery -- kind of like Mount Pleasant in Toronto. Fortunately, the administrative office was open and easy to find, and they were able to print out a map of how to find the site. Section L looks like parkland, as all the markers there are flat, and some large willows have grown up between some of the older graves. (Note to my survivors -- feeding a willow tree after I die would be a good thing, indeed.) We had to do a bit of wandering along the appointed row, but there we found it, very close to one of the trees, but still out in the open sun.</div><div><br></div><div>A moment. This was the first time Don had ever seen his father's gravestone. Some words, some tears, some hugs.</div><div><br></div><div>A bit more of a neighbourhood crawl, and then we were navigating back to Louise's. We're getting better at finding her house, although I still have to double-check the St./Ave. NW/SW every time...</div><div><br></div><div>Ellie, of course, was very happy to see us. She and I spent some time on the back porch, hoping Marley (the cat, named after Bob) didn't kill any birds, and writing that day's blog. Don practised inside.</div><div><br></div><div>The laptop battery was starting to falter, so I headed inside to recline on the divine divan and be serenaded by Don while I did my PR work.</div><div><br></div><div>Louise made it home early from work -- a planned fire drill meant if she didn't leave early, she'd have been stuck there for a couple of hours. She got changed, went into the kitchen for five minutes, and -- presto! She'd made an appetizer. How the heck does she do that?</div><div><br></div><div>It was a 4-layer dip or spread. Bottom layer was guacamole, second layer diced sweet onions, 3rd layer diced hard-boiled eggs in a bit of mayo, topped with caviar. This was another of Don's gourmet discoveries, because he doesn't usually like the bottom two ingredients, and had never tried the top, but he was brave, and... liked it! We managed to devour most of it, actually -- although we needed something to sop up the leftover half bottle of wine from the night before (yes, really, we had leftover wine!).</div><div><br></div><div>As her lousy house guests had not yet walked poor Ellie, Louise grabbed the halter and took her out for a romp, while I completed some more PR and felt guilty for not going with her and Don played guitar and felt guilty for not going with her. We're really good at guilt. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We had offered to take her (Louise, not Ellie) out for dinner as a thank-you, but this woman loves to cook! So we enjoyed barbecued salmon, beets, potatoes and salad. Don kept offering to help, but the way she cooks is pretty improvisatory, so there's not much for her to delegate -- other than opening a new bottle of wine. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Another delightful meal, followed by another evening of delightful conversation. Techno-geeks that we are, we did end up at the dinner table each with our own laptops -- Louise to share the videos she had of us all singing our group song at the haven, us to share photos, trading copies back and forth so we can keep even more memories alive.</div><div><br></div><div>It's been difficult (as it was in February) to jump straight from Haven bliss right back into tour mode. All the backlog of stuff that has to be done, the packing-unpacking-packing... I'm always worried I'll forget the essence of what filled me there. Of course, I don't -- although it does temporarily get shoved to the backburner until I get home. But it's been so lovely to have this little oasis in the middle of tour chaos, to re-connect with Louise and all those feelings I was afraid I'd left on Gabriola.</div><div><br></div><div>You're not alone... Come on Home.</div><div><br></div><div>Whether it's on Gabriola or Calgary or in our '97 Toyota Camray. Come on Home. Whether we're sharing a meal or just sharing the memories, Come on Home.</div><div><br></div><div>The reverie was rudely interrupted at 10:30pm, when our contact at Thursday's venue e-mailed to tell us they did NOT have a P.A. or microphone stands, or any of the other things we'd e-mailed about A WEEK AGO. And she'd waited until 18.5 hours before our arrival time to notify us?!?!? Egads... But they did have a mixer that their DJ uses, which feeds into the restaurant's speaker system so come in any time tomorrow to check it out.</div><div><br></div><div>Gulp.</div><div><br></div><div>Never fear, Louise said -- the D.I. has a music department, so we can borrow whatever we need from them! We e-mail the head of the department to let them know what we need to borrow for sure, and say we may need even more, depending on the state of this mixer.</div><div><br></div><div>Panic averted.</div><div><br></div><div>Once again, though, we'd kept our poor host up until midnight -- and her internal alarm always goes off at 5:30am! (Not sure how we ended up friends, really...)</div><div><br></div><div>Time for a nap!</div><div><br></div><div>Musically,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630012011-09-21T19:16:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:18-05:00One province -- and one time zone -- closer to homeDay 30. Working our way back, but still many people to see, many gigs to play.<div><br></div><div>We actually wake up early -- who'd-a-thunk? Well, early for us, anyhow. :-) Have a quick breakfast with Tim and Roberta before Tim has to head into work. Like his brother, Tim is very good at procrastinating going to work via good conversation. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>The visit has been all too short, but they're happy to have us back any time, and we promise to return soon -- and maybe send them a few musical friends in the meantime.</div><div><br></div><div>Then it's time for us to leave, as well -- we've got a 7.5 hour drive ahead of us, plus we're going to lose an hour as we near the provincial border.</div><div><br></div><div>We manage to find our way out of Castlegar much more easily than making our way in, so the morning is bicker-free. And then -- ah, the mountains! Did we mention beautiful vistas? Oh look, another one! So much beauty in this country...</div><div><br></div><div>We're in need of some gas and caffeine and wine gums, so stop in Creston briefly. The bagels are great, but the coffee, sadly, tastes like someone melted a brown crayon... :-(</div><div><br></div><div>Through more and more mountains, and then into Cranbrook. Ah yes, the beloved Starbucks. Our sanity is restored. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>After Cranbrook, we spend the next several hours criss-crossing a very long lake or very fat river -- not sure which. But it's beautiful, of course! In through Fairmont Hot Springs, which appears to be a place where a lot of rich people go. Big condos and resorts and an airport and... lots of cars we really don't want to hit!</div><div><br></div><div>Up past Invermere and into Kootenay National Park. Oh my glory... the road is dug through some of the cliffs, and there are all sorts of formations that look like giant sand castles. Yes, we've taken pictures.</div><div><br></div><div>From the Kootenay National Park, we cross the border and into Banff National Park. Just as beautiful coming through this side as it was on our way out to BC.</div><div><br></div><div>The mountains slowly give way to hills which give way to little lumps and then... flat. We're coming into Calgary.</div><div><br></div><div>We manage to find Louise's house without incident -- a little later than we'd wanted, but still early for the 7:00 dinner she said she'd be making for us. Louise cheerfully greeted us at the front door, quickly overtaken by her golden retriever, Ellie -- as well as the black cat, Marley (an incredibly friendly cat, or dog-cat as I like to call them). We brought our instruments in and met her daughter, Liseanne, who said she was her mom's date for the evening.</div><div><br></div><div>Surprise! Louise had invited some of her friends to come meet her "famous musician friends". Hmm... no pressure. ;-) I joked I'd forgotten my tiara, so she gave me her white bejewelled cowboy hat (she'd made it for a charity auction this year, then bought it back because she liked it so much).</div><div><br></div><div>Nan and Bob were the first to arrive, and then Jane and Al. Nan and Jane had been Louise's friends for a long time, and helped her through some of the rough patches (described in her book, <a href="http://recoveryourjoy.blogspot.com/">The Dandelion Spirit</a>, which I'd meant to read by the time we got here, but... such is life on the road).</div><div><br></div><div>It was a lovely evening, filled with wine and wonderful food, and many stories about "The Fun Club" -- what happens in Fun Club stays in Fun Club. :-) We might have to start one, though, because their evenings sound like a hoot! The friends were also interested in hearing about our songwriting workshop at The Haven, and were thrilled to hear that Louise had written a song.</div><div><br></div><div>Homemade guacamole and a baked brie for appetizers (I could have just eaten that all night, but restrained myself, so as not to embarrass the spirit of my 'tiara'). Salad Nicoise, plus barbecued sausage for the carnivores. Delicious!</div><div><br></div><div>Louise's friends were interested in hearing her song. Louise managed to steer the conversation over to our new songs -- but not for long. Don said he'd only sing his new one AFTER Louise sang hers. She tried to deflect again, but the group was working against her. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>And so, we pulled out the instruments and I found my chord charts from when we played Louise's ballad at The Haven. Transposed a new chart for Don (since I'm pretty sure Eric had a detuned guitar and capo when he played this), and we were ready to rumble. Louise claimed she was only going to sing the beginning and ending, but... once she got started, she couldn't figure out a place to stop. So we managed to hear the whole darned thing -- yay! Of course, everyone loved it.</div><div><br></div><div>Don sang his new one "I Blame The Horizon" and I sang my new one (still a capella) "The Pendulum". Louise wanted to hear something with the cello, so I did "Jezebel", hoping the neighbours didn't get worried. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>As Louise mentioned, the whole experience brought back our experience of the Haven -- here for a brief moment, just to remind us all of the whole thing once more. Maybe we should have a reunion? :-)</div><div><br></div><div>A little more chat, and then it was time to call it a night -- most of the group had to get up for work the next day, including an 8:00 meeting for Louise!</div><div><br></div><div>We hauled in our suitcases from the car, did a quick e-mail check, and then sunk into bed in the guest room for a solid sleep.</div><div><br></div><div>Musically,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630022011-09-20T16:52:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:18-05:00From O'Doherty to shining O'DohertyOK, we weren't travelling sea to sea on Monday (hello, this is Canada -- that would take us ten days!), but we were travelling from O'Doherty to O'Doherty. There's gotta be a song in there too, right?<div><br></div><div>Leaving the first O'Doherty base camp was difficult, indeed -- and not just because of the sleeping patterns we'd gotten ourselves into! In fact, we all woke up earlier than we'd had for the last several days -- and had the bags under the eyes to prove it. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>The last breakfast was a little mopey... But Mike had to get up the highway to give an estimate on a new job (the prospective employer had originally asked him for 8am, but Mike bumped it a few hours later!). We procrastinated his departure as best we could, and then big hugs and slightly misty good-byes. Ruth also had to get cracking for a morning appointment, and we needed to hit the highway, so we gathered up our stuff, packed it in the car, and had some more misty good-byes.</div><div><br></div><div>Fortunately, we were headed for O'Doherty base camp number two -- Mike's brother's place in Castlegar -- who we hadn't met yet, but figured any brother of Mike has to be a good person. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>It was a beautiful day for driving. Not to mention a beautiful place for driving! Down the Okanagan, through the mountain ranges. Oh look, a beautiful vista! Oh look, another beautiful vista! Hey look, another beautiful vista! Gorgeous, just gorgeous. Saw a couple of rather large deer along the highway, but they were smart enough to just stay there and look cute.</div><div><br></div><div>We totally missed the one cafe Mike had recommended en route -- realized it after we'd driven past, and with a big truck on our tail, didn't feel like cramming on the brakes! Instead, we stopped in at Grand Forks -- home of one of our favourite gigs on the last tour -- and had a light lunch at <a href="http://jogas.ca/">Jogas Espresso Cafe</a>, which is kind enough to provide free wireless (our internet stick doesn't really work in the Rockies). We settled in with our laptops and had a nice leisurely meal.</div><div><br></div><div>Then it was time to get back at 'er. We continued on the Crowsnest to Castlegar and... discovered that MapQuest might be slightly insane. Although, to be fair, Castlegar streets aren't terribly logical, either. We were told to get off at 14th Ave., which, as far as we can tell, doesn't actually cross the highway. Of course, there are, apparently, two 14th Ave-s in town, plus a 14th Street or two. (We're thinking this is how they avoid tourists...)</div><div><br></div><div>We end up passing the entire town and heading up a mountain -- nowhere to safely turn around. About 15 kilometres later, there's a place for trucks to check their brakes, so we're able to do a u-turn there and head back to Castlegar. We never do figure out the 14th Ave. part, but do eventually find the correct street for Tim and Roberta's. We may be bickering a bit...</div><div><br></div><div>Roberta comes out to greet us and show us in to the house. Tim is on his way home from work, but should be there shortly. We grab some much-needed water and marvel at the mountain view and the garden (we later have some delicious tomatoes and cucumbers fresh from the yard, and they've got an apple tree, raspberry bushes, herbs, lots of veggies...).</div><div><br></div><div>Tim comes in shortly after -- Don had said he sounded like Mike over the phone, but we're straining to see any physical resemblance. Like his brother, though, Tim is a cheery, enthusiastic, generous guy, very excited about the upcoming concert. We all chat for a while, and then sit down to dinner together with their daughter Alisha (sorry if I'm not spelling it correctly!). Spaghetti with herbs from the garden, garlic bread, and garden veggies. The perfect pre-gig meal. Life, once again, is good. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>It's time to head over to the concert -- Tim's boss, Tracey, is providing the venue for the night. Turns out the house concert is actually in her three-car garage (minus any cars, of course). We're a little wary of the sound possibilities, but what the heck... The house is just past the Big Bear Golf Club, and sure enough, as we're arriving, there's a Mama bear with two cubs -- one black, one cinnamon -- in the back yard. We miss them completely, as they wander into the woods before we get to the window.</div><div><br></div><div>Tim points out the loaded rifle at the back of the room, tells us not to feel any pressure about our performance... geez, is that what they do to folk musicians in Castlegar?!? ;-)</div><div><br></div><div>Tracey assures us the rifle is in case Mama bear gets too close. Roberta tells us a Mama bear could rip right through the garage door if she wanted to. Gulp...</div><div><br></div><div>The guests start to trickle in. Jim, who is the editor of the local paper and e-mailed us a few days ago to tell us how much he loves our music, introduces himself and asks if it's OK to take a few pictures. He then interviews me a bit for a feature / review he's going to post later in the week. He and his wife also have a musical duo, so we have much to chat about.</div><div><br></div><div>Showtime! With all the people in the garage, the sound is surprisingly good. There's one woman in the front row who's just grinning the whole time -- good for the soul. Everybody is appreciative -- hardly any have done the house concert thing before but they seem to be catching the bug, as we chat to them at intermission. Tim is excited about this, as he'd like to do some more presenting in town, so bringing these folks on board is a great first start. The audience is pretty diverse, from a flute player to a farmer to a banker to an army guy -- quite a cross-section of people, all of whom seemed to enjoy the house concert concept and wanted more!</div><div><br></div><div>Bunch of chit-chatters, it was hard to get everyone back into their chairs for the second set, but we actually got some newcomers in part 2, who later said they were really disappointed they couldn't have been there earlier, because they loved the second half. Show over, many folks stayed behind to chat with us some more, which was great.</div><div><br></div><div>Not wanting to keep our host / Tim's boss up too late, we packed up and followed Tim & Roberta home. We were finally able to join Tim in some wine consumption! Don checked out Tim's Guild dreadnought (nice sound!), and we chatted away some more, until eyelids grew heavy. Tim did have to (eventually) work in the morning, and we had a long drive ahead of us. He gave us the password for their wireless, we did some quick e-mail checks and then crashed into a sound sleep!</div><div><br></div><div>Musically,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630032011-09-20T04:19:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:18-05:00Sweet SundayWe've set the alarm, this time. Yes, it's a day off, but we've got plans!<div><br></div><div>After the obligatory coffee and chat, we all get dressed and load into Mike & Ruth's car for a little sightseeing. We're driving further south in the Okanagan, along the lake (no sign of Ogopogo). First we duck into a little village called Peachland, right on the water (which is quite choppy today), with a nice beach and little shops along the beachfront road. Apparently it's packed in summertime, although still seems to be a happening place in September, too!</div><div><br></div><div>Then it's further down the lake, and into some hillier territory, with many more green patches -- those would be the vineyards!</div><div><br></div><div>We arrive in Summerland and drive among a number of vineyards before reaching our destination -- the <a href="http://www.dirtylaundry.ca/">Dirty Laundry Vineyard</a>.</div><div><br></div><div>Whoever has set up the marketing for this vineyard would be a hoot to have at parties.</div><div><br></div><div>As we learn, the Dirty Laundry Vineyard is named after an old Summerland place nicknamed... you guessed it, The Dirty Laundry. You see, back when they were building the railway and having a goldrush in these parts, there were many Chinese workers brought in to the area. It wasn't the safest job in the universe, so one of the guys looked for an alternate way to make a living. He decided to set up a laundry service. Realizing that he had many clients with many needs other than clean shirts, he extended the services provided, so long as you knew the password (woo woo) to get upstairs. As the townspeople started to notice that the men were leaving with clean shirts and giant smiles on their faces, the laundromat became known as The Dirty Laundry.</div><div><br></div><div>And so the logo of Dirty Laundry Vineyards is an old iron, representing the laundry, and the steam rising, representing what went on upstairs. If you stand back to look at the steam, you will also find seven naked ladies in various poses.</div><div><br></div><div>As you walk in the main gate, you will first see the old laundry machines, and then you'll notice the various frilly undergarments strewn along the path, on light fixtures, etc. (OK, Don might have noticed the frilly undergarments first...)</div><div><br></div><div>At this point, of course, I'm thinking "brilliant marketing ploy -- the wine must not be that good." I am proven wrong when we get to the tasting bar.</div><div><br></div><div>Our first taster is of their 2010 Pinot Gris -- a wine so delicious, even Don (who's not usually a white wine kind of guy) is gaga over it. "Fresh and breezy, this lady is. Let her caress your senses with fresh nectarines and a lively citrus finish." OK, she can caress me any day!</div><div><br></div><div>Next up is their 2010 "Hush": "A complicated, evasive woman, this one will keep you 'blushing'! Consisting of 35% Pinot Noir, 29% Merlot, 22% Cab Franc, 5% Riesling and hush hush. This wine sings of black currant and raspberries with hints of passion fruit." Again, neither of us is particularly keen on rose, but we're each willing to make an exception for Ms. Hush.</div><div><br></div><div>And then, the 2010 Merlot.</div><div><br></div><div>Oh... my... god... !!!</div><div><br></div><div>Sadly, they've limited purchases to one bottle per customer, and we can see why. If we'd had room in the car, we'd have taken ten cases of this! "Dark, mysterious and alluring this woman is. She will remind you of dark cherry, wild berries and chocolate." And she will make you feel tingly in many places -- holy geez, this was a good wine. I could have just sat with a round of smoked gouda and a bottle of this Merlot and been a happy girl every day of the rest of my life. Oh yes, with Don beside me... ;-)</div><div><br></div><div>Finally, the piece-de-resistance, their 2008 Bordello -- Ruth and Mike were very excited, as they've never offered this at tastings they've attended before. It's the vineyard's top-of-the-line wine, almost double the price of the Merlot. We weren't sure anything could top the Merlot, but... once again, we were wrong. "An exotic swirl of Cabernet Sauvignon and Merlot. This gal is silky, velvety, full bodied and rather provocative. She will flirt with you, and make you crave another encounter." Why yes, she did! Our bartender let us enjoy the first sip as-is, then gave each of us a piece of chocolate and asked us to try it again after. Sweet lord of all that is beautiful and orgasmic... the already-incredible wine smoothed out into velvety goodness that made you want to weep.</div><div><br></div><div>We are going to start a petition to get the LCBO to bring this stuff in to Orillia!!!</div><div><br></div><div>Now that our breakfast is complete, we decide it's time for lunch. Another beautiful piece of marketing -- we grab a picnic basket, fill it with scrumptious goodies (we pick baguette, garlic Boursin and smoked salmon), choose a bottle of wine which they uncork for you, and you bring your picnic out onto the patio, overlooking the vineyard and the valley below. Summerland even has a steam train that passes along below, tooting a joyful whistle as it picks up tourists and heads along its route. Decadence!</div><div><br></div><div>As we're partway through our picnic, the winery's owner comes out to present us with dessert -- a cone of freshly-picked green grapes that spurt juicy sweet tartness into our mouths with every tiny perfect bite.</div><div><br></div><div>I might have to move here. Not to Summerland, but to the winery's patio. I could even donate some frilly undergarments to the cause...</div><div><br></div><div>We linger a while, get the owner to take our photo, and then head back inside to go shopping. We grab two bottles of the Bordello -- one for our last dinner with Ruth & Mike, and one for Don's birthday -- one of the Merlot ('cause that's all we're allowed), two Cabernet Merlot (which we haven't tried yet, but how bad could it be?) and a Pinot Gris. Life is good. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Sigh... we bid adieu to the Dirty Laundry, and Mike, who's fortunately been very self-controlled and lunch, drives us back up the highway to Kelowna. Don laughs that this is the one and only time he's ever known me to sleep in the car. I restrain myself from mentioning that Mike lacks the habit of getting distracted by "shiny things" and making last-minute correctional swerves back into the proper lane. We'll see if Don finally starts reading our blog... ;-)</div><div><br></div><div>A couple of errands, and we head back to the house and throw in some laundry. Mike wants a lesson in Travis-picking, and I'm determined to get some work (and blogging) done. I realize that I've been staring at the blank screen for a very long time, and may have started drooling... I head downstairs and face-plant on the bed, listening to Mike and Don Travis-picking "Louise".</div><div><br></div><div>I regain consciousness about two hours later. Just in time for more laundry and dinner. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>It's another beautiful feast -- barbecued steaks, salmon for me, corn, grilled veggies, potatoes, bread... and Bordello. Ruth notes we're all quieter than we've been... guess we've worn ourselves out a bit. Dessert is nanaimo bars, dark chocolate and Merlot. Mmm-mmm. We're all zonked, and it's only 10:30! Oh well, probably a good thing -- we have to drive to Castlegar the next morning for our house concert at Tim and Roberta's, Mike has to meet a prospective client in the morning, and Ruth has an appointment as well. The (extended) weekend is over, time to go back to the real world. Sigh...</div><div><br></div><div>Musically & Marinatedly,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630042011-09-19T17:11:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:18-05:00Redemption songs(Sorry for the delay -- I opted for nap over blog.)<div><br></div><div>Morning became more like mornoon, as Bernie calls it. Whoopsadaisy... Dog bless coffee, and the men who pour it.</div><div><br></div><div>While the others had slept in, too, they'd given up on me for breakfast -- but kindly left some out for me. Scrambled eggs and mango juice. And coffee. Lots of coffee. :-) Mike and Ruth went over to James's house to set up chairs, and Don and I had a wee rehearsal -- we were getting a bit bored of the setlist, so wanted to shake it up a bit and add some new things.</div><div><br></div><div>Mike and Ruth returned home just as we were loudly realizing that "No Place Like Home" might take a bit more rehearsal time than the afternoon... they still like us, anyhow. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We had a nice late lunch / early dinner together, then it was time to shower (one again, you're welcome) and dress for the house concert.</div><div><br></div><div>We loaded up Mike & Ruth's car -- yes, we all fit in, with instruments (barely!) and drove over to James's house.</div><div><br></div><div>If you missed our February blog about the concert here, you'll need to know that James has the perfect house concert house. You walk in the front door and there's a big open hallway, leading to the kitchen off to the left and a tiered living room leading down to the "stage" in front of the fireplace. I think it held almost 50 the last time we were here, and could have probably squeezed in more, if necessary. Unlike in February, it was still daylight when we arrived this time, and we were able to see the little river running by, complete with ducks and bicycle path -- lovely!</div><div><br></div><div>Warm greetings from James when we came in, as well as from Barb's dog, who seems to have become his dog -- can't for the life of me remember how to spell her name, so shall use James's nickname for her, "Swiffer". She's a cute little miniature white-haired something -- and yes, she does resemble a swiffer, albeit a well-groomed one.</div><div><br></div><div>We set ourselves up, and Mike made sure we had our big glasses of water -- the climate in Kelowna is quite arid, and my voice is definitely noticing the lack of moisture (as is my nose, which seems to be on a regular bleed-fest over here).</div><div><br></div><div>The guests started arriving -- many new faces (about 2/3), but some familiar ones from the last concert, too. It was nice to chat with some of our "old new friends" and meet some "new new friends". Drew, who had been at our February concert, was happy to introduce us to his wife, Zoe, who had had to work the previous time. It was their 17th wedding anniversary, and they wanted to spend it with us. (Warmed the cockles of our hearts, they did!) Zoe and Swiffer hit it off quite well, too -- we thought she might end up taking her home in a purse. :-) Laura, the ballet dancer we'd met and enjoyed chatting with in February was also there, very disappointed that the friends she'd wanted to bring were away for the weekend. Janice, the sheep farmer, who'd sat in the front row with Drew the last time also grabbed front row centre with him and Zoe again this time.</div><div><br></div><div>In the "small world" category, we met a man named Fred Froese -- after a bit of chatting, we realized he's the brother of Bob Froese, a musical friend who we knew from Newmarket, though he'd moved to the Ottawa area before losing the battle with cancer a short while ago. Fred said he was 92 -- we didn't get so rude as to check his I.D., but lordy, you would never have pegged him for someone in his nineties! Seventy, perhaps, but not 92... The guy's an active skier and sailor, so I guess all that fresh air has done him plenty well. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We did our first set. Once again, Ruth and James had pulled together a great audience -- they felt free to ask questions about our various instruments and songs, and it was like we were sitting in our own living room (greatly expanded!) chatting and playing with a bunch of friends. A couple of people were taking photos -- hopefully they'll send us some copies via e-mail (hint, hint!).</div><div><br></div><div>We chatted away with people at the break. One woman, who I won't name (unless she reads this and OK's it), told me her father's funeral had been the day before, and she had a huge family in town, but she'd promised James she'd come, and she needed a break from all the sadness. She thanked me profusely for being exactly what she needed that day. OK, Lyssy, don't cry before you sing, don't cry before you sing... I held it together, barely. But it was so wonderful to hear that we'd done some good in the world -- that's why we make music, to give other people as much joy as it's given us, to touch people. You don't always know when or how it's done so, but it's always nice to hear about when it has!</div><div><br></div><div>Drew is similarly exuberant about the emotion in my playing and singing, and the raw emotion of my songs. He's curious about my songwriting process. I leave out the part about how I barfed up a song just a few days ago -- not terribly poetic. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>There is a trio of folks who apologize that they're leaving before the second set -- but they've got an hour and a half to drive home. Yikes! I can't believe they came that far just to see us.</div><div><br></div><div>Time for the second set, in which we have been "ordered" by many to play "Yum" -- a lot of dog lovers in this room! Don announces that we're about to do our last song. "Noooo!" cries Laura, "Alyssa hasn't done her instrumental piece yet!" Ah yes, we'd cut that one out of the setlist, because Don had wanted me to sing "Jezebel" in the first set -- which he says blew him away when I did it as an extra "filler" in Enderby. But a request is a request, so I play my cello version of "Both Sides Now" -- which seems to be much appreciated, so I'm glad she asked. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Then it's the last song, for real this time. :-) Where does the time go? We could play forever, but... we're also eager to dig into the plates of munchies that Ruth kindly saved for us, and finally have a glass of that wine we've seen everyone else enjoying.</div><div><br></div><div>More chit-chat and big hugs good-bye. James seems terribly embarrassed that we didn't bring in as much cash as last time, but we really don't mind, and the "take" has been just plenty, thank you very much. Please do not feel badly at all, it was good money and we had such a FABULOUS time, we wouldn't mind if it was half of that. We've also had another offer of a house concert the next time we're coming through, plus Ruth's "partner in promotional crime", Ernie, is already fantasizing about putting us into a new venue currently under construction.</div><div><br></div><div>This sooooo makes up for Friday night in Vernon.</div><div><br></div><div>We kind of knew it would, but it sure feels good to have such a strong reminder of why we do these things, the day after we were wondering why we do such things.</div><div><br></div><div>Won't you help me sing</div><div>Redemption songs</div><div>Redemption songs</div><div><br></div><div>Joyful, we bid adieu to our hosts, load up the car and head back to Ruth & Mike's. There, we break out the beer and the black bean tostitos (our newest addiction), chat away some more and listen to more music.</div><div><br></div><div>Oops, we did it again -- silly us. 2:00 am. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Musically -- yes, musically!</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630052011-09-17T18:58:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:18-05:00Every tour has one...The bad gig day.<div><br></div><div>But we'll get to that later. Friday started off perfectly nicely.</div><div><br></div><div>I'd forgotten how dark that guestroom remains. I'd woken up a few times, seen it was still dark, and rolled over to go back to sleep. After the six round of this, I bothered to look at the clock -- 10:00 already! Joined the others upstairs and had a nice breakfast together. Then Ruth headed to her computer and I hauled out mine, and the boys went off to talk and play music together. Unfortunately, the wireless I had been able to "borrow" the day before was not reaching the house this day (the previous day's storm must have helped with the waves), and Ruth and Mike live next to a mountain that seems to hamper the internet stick's service. So... it was slow-going, especially since we had just gotten the details about our Calgary gig and had to upload 5MB posters and update online concert calendars.</div><div><br></div><div>I just have to keep reminding myself that Lorainne McKennitt did all this before the internet existed...</div><div><br></div><div>Lunch time! Tuna paninis and salad on the patio -- the breeze was a bit cool, but it was still sunny and nice, and we could hear the kids at the nearby school whooping it up for a football game (or something -- we couldn't see the game, just the folks watching!).</div><div><br></div><div>A bit more work for the girls, the boys went to give our car an oil change -- manly men, watching other manly men do manly things. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Around 4:00, it was time for us to pack up the car and head back up the highway to our gig in Vernon. (Venue shall go unnamed, but the resourceful among you can figure it out fairly easily, should you so desire...)</div><div><br></div><div>We drove into the parking lot, and Don peeked in the windows while I put away the laptop -- "looks like a beautiful spot!," he said with glee. We start looking forward to our cafe gig -- not our favourite type of gig, but it'll do in a pinch.</div><div><br></div><div>Our gleeful anticipation quickly dissipates, however, when we introduce ourselves to the young man at the counter -- he was not aware there was any music happening that night! He calls to his co-worker, who similarly had not been told there was an event that night. The two look around sheepishly, and say "I hate it when this happens" -- indicating, it seems, that this happens on a regular basis.</div><div><br></div><div>We look around for a poster to point to -- after all, we had sent three different versions to the booker, all on a "you need to get it to me within the hour" basis, so with that type of desperation, she must have been launching an incredible postering campaign, right?</div><div><br></div><div>Er...</div><div><br></div><div>Yeah, not a single poster. Not even in the bathroom.</div><div><br></div><div>Shoot me now.</div><div><br></div><div>Nevermind, Christian and Landon are also the hosts for the Wednesday open stages, so they know the PA system well -- they get busy setting up the "stage" and we get our gear out. They help us with the sound check and are entranced with the cello and Hawaiian king... Landon further excited when he sees the accordion. We like these guys! :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Landon plays Don's guitar for a while -- there's absolutely nobody else in the cafe -- and Christian plays us his very first home recording (which sounds great!). We chat away about music and introduce each other to new musicians we like. We get some yummy tea and half-price sandwiches for our troubles (quite good food, really).</div><div><br></div><div>Fifteen minutes to showtime... it's still just the four of us. Christian and Landon call some friends in to come listen, which is fabulous of them. They're really conscientious guys (unlike the booker, it seems). Two girls also arrive and talk loudly in the corner, getting louder as we play, so strangers outside can hear them clearly.</div><div><br></div><div>OK, no, please shoot me now!</div><div><br></div><div>But Christian, Landon and friends are very appreciative and attentive -- very kind since, let's face it, our songs aren't really standard fare for 17-year-olds. I introduce my instrumental version of "Both Sides Now" as our only cover tune -- Don asks if they know Joni Mitchell. Embarrassed shuffling and "I've heard OF her...?" Poor guys, they were trying so hard...</div><div><br></div><div>We decide to elongate the first set a bit, and call it a night. Mike had promised to get the wine ready for our return. We send a quick e-mail to say our return will be earlier than planned -- put away the dancing girls and get your clothes back on! ;-)</div><div><br></div><div>We get back to the house unscathed, though eager for grape juice. Mike and Ruth have just read our note and feel awful. Ruth had initially contacted the owner about this gig for us, when our Kamloops gig fell through -- she disappears into her office and sends an irate note to her friend (I'm not the only one who writes irate e-mails, it seems!) Not sure what it said, but... she felt much better when she emerged.<div><br></div>
<div>Although, you know... as far as bad gigs go, this was certainly not one of the worst. We enjoyed Christian and Landon, and while we didn't make any money, we at least didn't have to pay for a hotel that night!</div>
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<div>We sat in the living room and chatted, introducing some new music to Mike and Ruth from our car CD collection and drinking a lovely Rioja. Apparently it was a small bottle, because we also had to open a Cabernet Sauvignon. And then a Claret... And then it was 2:30 am -- yikes! Time for a sozzled snooze. :-)</div>
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<div>Sortamusically,</div>
<div>Alyssa</div>
</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630062011-09-16T22:15:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:18-05:00Day 25Happy anniversary! What do you give each other on the 25th day of a tour? Silver? Hey, we're still talking. We're still talking politely. This is an event in itself... :-)<br><div><br></div><div>The bed in the RV was super-comfy, and the outside air was super-chilly, so we lingered for a while. But then the call of the bathroom became too alluring. (There I go with the truth again!) So we got up and dressed and padded our way down to the house. Phoenix had already left for school, and Jody was preparing to go to work herself. We got a wee tour of the house, though (OK, correction, I asked if I could snoop!). It's a beautiful old house, and while she's done quite a bit of repair and maintenance, she's kept the character. So there's a beautiful new old-fashioned kitchen, living room with restored trim on the ceiling, etc. And the obligatory claw-foot bathtub. Lovely!<br><div><br></div>
<div>I asked if Jody was a part-owner, since she put us up for the night and does the marketing -- NOPE! She does this all out of the goodness of her heart, and for the occasional coffee at The Cliffs, because she wants to keep live music happening in Enderby. We love her even more. :-)</div>
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<div>Then it was down to Kelowna, to stay with our friends Mike and Ruth for a few days. Another home away from home -- kind of funny, when we realize we've only stayed there a few days before, in February, but... As we were driving into town, things started feeling familiar, cosy. :-)</div>
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<div>Ruth was home when we got there, Mike still coming back from a job further west. We got caught up, then Don went to shower while Ruth and I got back to work, then he played guitar while I finally got to wash my hair (you're welcome). Then Mike was home -- time for more hugs, and perhaps a beverage.</div>
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<div>Mike and Don opted for boring old beers. Ruth and I had blue margaritas. Whattheheck, we only see each other twice a year! :-)</div>
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<div>We had offered to take them out for dinner as a "thank you", so Ruth had made reservations at Hanna's, by the water. Once again, the food was delicious. Don had jambalaya, I had wild BC salmon, Ruth had a super-huge rack of ribs (doggie bag!) and Mike had a pizza with... stuff... I can only remember the arugula right now. The restaurant was on the upper floor, right next to the water, looking out on the harbour.</div>
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<div>After dinner, we went for a walk down to the locks and back, then drove home for more visiting and tasty beverages.</div>
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<div>Sorry, folks another short one. Too busy visiting and having fun!</div>
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<div>Musically,</div>
<div>Alyssa</div>
</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630072011-09-15T17:05:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:18-05:00Starting the slow journey homeI tried to wake up for breakfast, really, I did... but the snooze and I had too good a relationship Wednesday morning. Finally, the lure of the expresso machine dragged my sorry arse out of bed.<br><div><br></div><div>A brief visit with Tony and Joanne, but then we really had to frappe la rue -- we had a six hour drive ahead of us. Hugged more good-byes, bid adieu to the coast, and headed inland to Enderby.</div><div><br></div><div>Tony and Jo had suggested we stop at a nice family restaurant in Hope for lunch. We must have gotten off at the wrong exit, though, because we weren't seeing the place they described on the left... we did see a family restaurant on the right, though, so hopped in there for a nice sit-down lunch. "Premium" grilled cheese for me, Montreal smoked meat for Don. Heart attack in bread, but worth every clogged artery. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Heading out of town, of course, we discovered the exit and restaurant they had been talking about -- oh well, next time!</div><div><br></div><div>Then we were driving through the mountains -- ah, mountains! Gorgeousness everywhere. Unfortunately, that gorgeousness was accompanied by... er... some digestive issues for me. Yes, in the middle of the mountains, where there's nowhere to stop. I crossed my eyes and prayed...</div><div><br></div><div>We pulled into Merritt, which is, apparently, the only city in all of Canada with no Tim Horton's. Don found a gas station, even though we'd just filled up (and gotten a wasp sting -- ouch!), and refilled the top eighth of a tank while I spent some time admiring the lovely decor in the public washroom, and listened to about 6 others come and go. (Hey, you want to know all the stories of the road, you get the bad with the good -- you should know by now that I'm a firm believer in ugly truths as well as the pretty ones!)</div><div><br></div><div>Feeling much better (some time later), we hit the road again. Don spied a Chapters, and we spent a considerable amount of time trying to figure out how to get to it -- the roads into the mall were pretty darned convoluted! They didn't have the magazine he was looking for, drat. And now we were running late -- not late, late, but later than we'd wanted (we like to spend a lot of time in a new place to relax before the show). Time to skedaddle!</div><div><br></div><div>We'd wanted to be in Enderby by 5:00 at the latest, we pulled in at 5:40 -- damned tummy and drunken road planners. Gregg, the owner, greeted us and showed us where the PA was, then gave Jody a call -- she was putting us up for the night in her RV just down the road. We headed over to her place to get the lay of the land before it got dark. Electricity, but no running water in the RV, so we were welcome to come into the house to use the bathroom, and she would get her son, Phoenix, to haul up a jug of drinking water for us.</div><div><br></div><div>We went down to the house to find the bathroom, and met Phoenix -- what a great kid! Jody should be (and is) proud. Very self-assured, considerate, respectful and polite -- he met us at the door, offered his hand with a "pleased to meet you". As we were heading back to our car, he asked us if it was OK for him to go into "our" trailer to put the water in for us. What a sweetie!</div><div><br></div><div>I commented this morning to Jody how much we had enjoyed meeting Phoenix, and what a great kid he is -- she responded with an enthusiastic "I know!" (which I loved), and "you didn't even get a chance to know him!" Apparently this twelve-year old also rides a unicycle, juggles, plays several instruments, and is now learning trumpet (if anyone in the area has a trumpet they aren't using, we know a person who'd love it!). Now we REALLY want to come back to Enderby, just to see this guy in action. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We still had to set up for our 7:00 start (!), so we headed back to The Cliffs to put our stage together. One cord to the right speaker wasn't working, but we found one that was, so no problem. As we were getting ready to play, we saw a vaguely familiar face walk in -- kind of strange, as we'd never played in Enderby before. It was Bonnie, who had seen us at our Kelowna house concert in February, and had brought a table full of friends with her. Yay! Always nice to have friendly faces.</div><div><br></div><div>Though it seems there are many friendly faces in Enderby, and The Cliffs seems to be quite a happening sort of place. One of the early-arriving locals helped us balance out the sound on our first song, and she was an enthusiastic audience member throughout the evening -- even coming up to give us big hugs and thank-yous after the show. We like hugs. :-)<br><br>The Cliffs has been around for a while, but Gregg took it over just a few months ago. It's a lovely cafe, with a little stage in the corner, lots of patio seating, art on the walls, wireless. Delicious food (many vegetarian and some vegan options), and the kind of spot where you feel at home just hanging around and visiting folks. They seem to have a number of regular patrons, and many of them spoke of how great it is to have such a venue in town.</div><div><br></div><div>We finished our first set, and headed off stage to take our break -- but two of Bonnie's friends were leaving. "No! You can't go yet!" she said, "not before you hear that song!" And so we hopped back on stage to sing "Sweat" before this couple departed -- apparently they were newlyweds, and Bonnie thought this song should be dedicated to them. I ask no questions. :-) But they laugh and love it, and then we get our break.</div><div><br></div><div>Dinner was supposed to be a part of our payment for the night, but we ended up chatting so much, we completely forgot to order anything! We had a chance to meet <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thomaspatrickradcliffe">Tom Radcliffe</a>, who we'd known online before (and thought still lived in Victoria, but he's moved), but had never met in person. He's down in New Mexico now, but was on tour here, himself -- he's also got a house concert in Kelowna on Saturday, so we're completely missing hearing him, but I'm sure we'll get a chance again, as we both seem to be coming to BC quite often.</div><div><br></div><div>The room had been VERY hot for the first set, but there was a nice breeze coming through the door for the second -- phew! We must have been playing everything double-time, though, because we had to add a few songs to our planned setlist. We each added a couple of solo tunes, and I realized how naked I now feel doing things solo -- I much prefer having someone else around to play with!</div><div><br></div><div>After the show, Gregg realized we hadn't had dinner (and the kitchen was closed), so invited us to come in for brunch the next day, instead. He took off, as he had to be back at 3am (!), and left one of his waiters to lock up when we were finished packing up our gear. When we were done, we asked her if there was a place to grab a sandwich or something -- she said there was a Tim Horton's about 25 minutes north (OK, Merrit isn't the only place without a Tim's), or a McDonald's and 7-11 about 10 minutes south. Ouch. We really should have ordered that dinner...</div><div><br></div><div>We opted for the shorter drive and, yes, each managed to choke down a filet-o-fish and fries. Road food. With a vengeance. But this McDonald's had free wireless (maybe they all do now? not a clue...), so we were able to check in with Louise, who has confirmed a gig for us in Calgary -- yay, Louise! I have a craving for sour cream and onion chips, so we grab some at the 7-11 and then head back to the RV for a second dinner of potato chips and wine. Dinner of champions! That treadmill will be getting a workout in October, lemme tell you (as I type, in fact, I'm noticing a wee roll of fat is covering the front part of the mousepad -- ugh! Anyone know of ab exercises you can do in the passenger seat?!?).</div><div><br></div><div>And on that lovely visual... here endeth day 24. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Flabbily,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630082011-09-14T15:18:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:18-05:00Social butterfly dayYes, there's the cocoon metaphor again... not intentional, but I'll leave it there.<br><div><br></div><div>The room we were sleeping in was nice and dark, so we had a blissful sleep-in. Don managed to figure out the expresso machine, so life was good. He headed downstairs to work on his song, I dragged my laptop to the kitchen and got to work.</div><div><br></div><div>Tony came home from his morning appointment, did some work of his own, and then the three of us headed out for lunch at a little bakery called Liberty. Very nice place with funky mosaic table and art (both adults' and kids') on the walls, and very delicious food. At Tony's recommendation, I had the black bean soup (wow) and a red pepper and feta panini. Tony had the soup and... some other panini. Don had the ham and cheese panini, no soup. Simple and delicious!</div><div><br></div><div>All three of us headed back to the house to do some work for a bit -- well, Don fell asleep, but he had good intentions -- and then the two of us headed to Commercial Drive to meet our friend Louise from the workshop, who was in Vancouver visiting her daughter Alexis. We were going to meet at "the Italian cafe with all the statues out front -- you can't miss it." We got there a bit early, drove up and down, and realized there are about a hundred and seventy Italian cafes on Commercial Drive. Couldn't see any with statues out front (although, as we were later walking back from dinner, we think we saw the place she meant -- the statues were in the lobby, hard to see from outside), so we found a nice little spot with big picture windows to watch the world go bay (name forgotten already) and called Louise to let her know where we were. She and Alexis pulled in just a few moments later.</div><div><br></div><div>Alexis looked very familiar right away -- I assumed it was her resemblance to Louise, but Don finally put it all together: she looks exactly like our friends Paul & Deb's daughter, Morgan. Uncanny!</div><div><br></div><div>The four of us had a lovely visit, although Louise had disappointing news that the head of her shelter had vetoed the concert idea. Poop, it would have been a nice thing to do -- especially after seeing Louise's video of how musical so many of the clients are! Never fear, she said, she'd try for something else, and even hold a house concert herself if it came down to it. Holy geez, when Louise makes up her mind to something, she gets it done! :-) (Maybe this is why we hit it off so well?) That was the last day of her vacation, she's heading back to Calgary today (Wednesday) -- maybe we'll see her on the highway and wave.</div><div><br></div><div>It's funny how close you can get with people when you're only together a few days -- I used to call it "music camp magic" as a kid. Part of it, I'm sure, is the intensity of being face-to-face for all your waking hours, but a big chunk of it I heartily believe is the artistic side. We're spending that time together digging down deep and holding out our souls (or, in my case, barfing our souls into the middle of the circle) -- a trust develops, an understanding. It's not the day-to-day superficial hi-how-are-yous, it's who are you, what's your story, where's the connection, how can we weave our stories together?</div><div><br></div><div>I had a non-artistic friend quip a while ago: "oh you musicians, you all call yourselves friends with each other, even if you've only met a couple of times" -- in a tone that made it obvious he didn't believe we were really friends at all. But the truth is that, once you've met someone through music -- or any other artistic collaboration, for that matter -- you've already opened up parts of yourself and seen parts of each other that most people aren't able to learn, otherwise. It doesn't take thirty years of conversation, it takes a brief moment of souls touching. Which first requires you to be in touch with your own soul, of course.</div><div><br></div><div>That's what I was looking for in the workshop, after two years of "dry spell". To find a way back in, to make that connection. I found it. The trick is to keep it alive.</div><div><br></div><div>Our cousin e-mailed me earlier today, describing a musical experience and dream she'd had, where she could see the music shimmering in the air, feel it, see everyone vibrating to it. She wondered if we ever feel that way.</div><div><br></div><div>Yup.</div><div><br></div><div>Music high. The coolest thing on earth. When you aren't just playing music, you are Music. When the individual players just click and become one big bubble of Music. Sounds pretty woo-woo to the average person, but anyone who's touched it knows exactly what I'm talking about.</div><div><br></div><div>We had that at the workshop. And we know each other. Heck, two of them are blood relatives. But the rest of us are family, too.</div><div><br></div><div>Our visit was interrupted by a beep on my cell phone -- guess we had been talking too eagerly to hear the ring, but Doug had left a message saying where he'd meet us at 5:00. Time to go. Big hugs and kisses and I'll-see-you-soons (and we will, yippee!), and then we walked up to the other end of Commercial to meet Doug at a restaurant called Havana's.</div><div><br></div><div>We got there a little before Doug, so picked a table on the patio. He strolled along shortly after that, and we decided the street noise was a bit much, so headed indoors to a table in the corner. Our waiter was superb -- she was super-careful to not rush us or interrupt our conversation, but was incredibly attentive (and let me test the wine I picked, instead of sexist-ly handing that job to one of the men, thankyouverymuch). Any special requests (like no mussels in our dinner) were no problem at all.</div><div><br></div><div>The food was delicious! Don had the paella (with no mussels, but extra chorizo), as did Doug (with mussels), and I had a delicious pasta with prawns and capers and asiago cheese. And yes, I ate the whole darned thing. This was washed down with a nice bottle of Rioja.</div><div><br></div><div>As we sat and chatted, the lineup was building outside for the fringe theatre festival -- there's a little theatre attached to the restaurant, apparently -- so it was quite fun for people-watching!</div><div><br></div><div>Our waiter tempted us with the dessert menu -- three choices available, so of course we ordered all three and shared. Might have been a bit too much, but we ate it, anyhow. Bread pudding with blueberries and ice cream. Butterscotch cheesecake. Chocolate creme brulee. Three spoons. Bliss and pain. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Fortunately, our car was still on the other end of Commercial, so we were able to walk off at least the top portion of our meal. We drove Doug to his home and -- sigh, more good-byes. But coming out this way now seems to be a habit -- and heck, we may be living just a short trip away, soon -- so we know it won't be long before we can have another visit!</div><div><br></div><div>We went back to Tony and Joanne's house. It was completely dark -- hmm, maybe they'd gone out, themselves? It took us a while to figure out that they just have really good blinds -- the kids were asleep, but the adults were downstairs, working away. We chatted for a bit, then it was bedtime for us, too.</div><div><br></div><div>Musically,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630092011-09-13T17:38:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:18-05:00Over to the mainlandMonday morning, Don made us all an eggy breakfast, which we enjoyed on the patio. Then showers (you're welcome) and packing and... that was it for Vancouver Island. :-( We packed up the car, hugged our good-byes, and drove off to catch the 1:00 ferry.<div><br></div><div>It was a smaller ferry than we've been on before, and not terribly busy -- guess 1:00 on a Monday afternoon is a good time to travel! We grabbed some coffees and camped out at a table with our laptops -- unfortunately, the wireless didn't seem to be terribly strong, so I wasn't able to get a whole lot done. Drat...</div><div><br></div><div>An uneventful journey, and we managed to find our way without much traffic to Tony and Joanne's place in Richmond. Tony was home waiting for us and getting dinner started, so the three of us had a nice visit and catch-up. Joanne returned from dance class at about 6:00 with the kids, and we had a delicious dinner -- ribs for the carnivores, salmon for me, BBQ asparagus, potato salad... yum.</div><div><br></div><div>After dinner, Don and Tony went out for "boys night" together, Joanne put the kids to bed and went to visit a friend, and I got to do all that work I didn't do on the ferry. The excitement never ends. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Yeah, I know... not my best blog ever. Some days are more bloggable than others, and I've still got a poop-load of work to do. I'll be interesting again later... maybe. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Musically,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630102011-09-12T23:51:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:19-05:00Big fish in a little cocoon... (it'll make sense by the end, promise!)Sunday morning. Ugh. That last glass might not have been such a good idea... OK, the second-last glass might not have been brilliant, either. Whoops.<br><div><br></div><div>We grump our way down the hall to the breakfast room with 15 minutes to spare. Orange juice. OK, feeling a bit more human. Coffee -- oh, how I love you, coffee. Lemon poppyseed muffin... OK, you might have to wait in my purse for an hour or two.</div><div><br></div><div>Stupid second-last... third-last glass of wine.</div><div><br></div><div>We had decided the night before to take a drive-through of the various neighbourhoods in Victoria, to get a feel for the city. So we piled in the car and first headed west along the coast. Lots of beautiful neighbourhoods right on the water and walking distance to downtown -- we don't even want to think of the housing costs, though! Of course, the tourist map we got at the hotel does not indicate where the one-way streets are, or which streets are closed for market on Sundays, so we make a few unexpected detours, but eventually find our way back to the main roads. We figure out the bridge to Esquimault (eventually), and meander our way to... well, we hit another wrong turn and seem to be on an army base. They obviously have the local wildlife well trained, though, as we see three deer walking, single file, down the sidewalk -- I wonder if they obey streetlights, too? We go as far as Royal Roads University, tootling around the campus, getting lost even there, but enjoying the scenery!</div><div><br></div><div>We figure that's about as far as we'd want to be from downtown, so make our way back -- getting lost again, but enjoying the detours. We get back to downtown, then work our way along the eastern part of the shore. Much nicer views here. We drive through a beautiful neighbourhood that has us going "ooh" and "aah" -- right on the sea, nice bicycle path and long stretch of beach. We see an "open house" sign and decide to peek in -- wonder how much a house in this neighbourhood would set us back?</div><div><br></div><div>The answer: $1.3M. Well, isn't that nice.</div><div><br></div><div>We won't tell the agent we're musicians, and will fake that we belong here. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>The house is quite lovely, with a great "cottage" out back that would make a lovely recording studio. And the living room would be great for house concerts. As we murmur away at the bedrooms on the top floor, another man says "you the ones with Ontario plates?" Yes, we are. "Don't let this one fool you -- they're pricing it way too high, you should be able to get a much better house than this one for that price."</div><div><br></div><div>Good to know.<br><br>If I'm going to pay over one million for a house, I at least want water view, damnit. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>On our way to the car, another open-houser stops to chat. He's from Toronto as well, just moved out a few years ago, and has nothing but good things to say. Yes, even total strangers are encouraging us to move here.</div><div><br></div><div>We work our way further northeast, and the grande bold craving takes hold just as we're heading through Cadboro Bay -- with a nice Starbucks on the corner. We grab some lunch and coffee and decide to check out some more open houses. We're a bit late in the day -- most are going to be finishing within a half hour to hour and a half. We grab the coffees to go and, armed with laptop and internet stick, Mapquest our way to the nearest open house.</div><div><br></div><div>This one is much more reasonably priced.</div><div><br></div><div>Of course, we're also looking at it after viewing a $1.3M home, so might not be as impressed as we ought to be... Also, the agent is a bit pushy.</div><div><br></div><div>We head to the next one still open, down in Oak Bay (the neighbourhood where Sandra and Landon live, which is a beautiful place!). OK, now we're talking. It's a beautiful house, just a few blocks away from downtown Oak Bay, easy distance to downtown Victoria. Beautiful house, with a few funny quirks (it was built by the owner), but definitely do-able as far as recording studio / teaching studio / life in general is concerned. The agent inside is also really nice -- answers all our questions, not even remotely pushy. Hears we're into music, and has TONS of suggestions of where to go in town to meet other musicians (which he knows, because he's a jazz drummer in his spare time), and has a really good sense of the type of things we're looking for.</div><div><br></div><div>Folks, I think we've found our real estate agent.</div><div><br></div><div>We tell him it's not going to be right away, and we're not certain of all -- if any -- the details, but that we'd like to, sometime in the near future, come out again, stay a few weeks and maybe have him show us some things that match our wish list. He's on it. We exchange cards, and... ohmygod, I think we just found our real estate agent.</div><div><br></div><div>We've spent so much time chit-chatting and dreaming and scheming that we've missed any more showings. Which is probably OK. We'll be back.</div><div><br></div><div>Send a note to Ali, who says they're pretty much done with their conference folks, and are heading back to the house, themselves. We pick up some wine (masochists) for the crew, and go back to Sandra and Landon's, where a very happy Amber greets us. Don heads to the nearby (Oak Bay) bakery to pick up some bread for the morning, and returns just as Ali and Sandra come in -- Landon comes close behind, with a salmon for dinner.</div><div><br></div><div>Their first annual National CCVSI Conference went spectacularly -- was there ever any doubt? :-)</div><div><br></div><div>A little wine, a lot of dinner, many conversations and... oh my goodness, will you look at the time! Oh... whaddayamean it's not even 10:00 yet? Everyone is exhausted. We all give in to the feeling and say our good-nights.</div><div><br></div><div>Now all we have to do is find a way to get Ali out here, too. :-) She insists we at least stay in Ontario long enough to do Christmas. Yoiks, I don't think that's a problem. Even if we make this decision, it will need a wee bit of preparation.</div><div><br></div><div>I say "even if", but... I think our hearts are there. Brains need some time to catch up. Logistics need a lot of time to catch up. Guilt needs to shut up.</div><div><br></div><div>Cannington was a lovely place while I was there, but after a few years, it became too small. Moving to Orillia got me a little closer to where I wanted / needed to be, but... it's also becoming too small. Which is sad, because I've really loved it. But I really loved Cannington, too. It was a very important cocoon for me when I needed to be away from everything. And as I needed to ease my way back into the world, Orillia was similarly the perfect place for me at the time. But my wings are back, and I need a place to test them. I need to push myself, I need to be pushed. I've been way too comfy in my little nest (yeah yeah, cocoon, nest, I'm mixing metaphors, too bad).</div><div><br></div><div>So why do I feel guilty for wanting to pursue my path?</div><div><br></div><div>Damn, I feel a whole album of songs coming on... :-) </div><div>
<br>And maybe some therapy...</div><div><br></div><div>Musically,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630112011-09-12T02:05:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:19-05:00To be, or...We woke up and had a quick breakfast with Charlie (coffee = breakfast for me, sorry Mom!), then said our good-byes and headed down the highway, stopping halfway in Duncan for the obligatory grande bolds. Another glorious day on Vancouver Island!<br><div><br></div><div>We got to Sandra and Landon's house and kept Amber company for the afternoon. My portable office setting up residence on the patio, the sweet sounds of laundry in the background.<br><br>Realizing I forgot to mention a couple more things from our last day of the workshop. First was the recording of Cameron's song. As Cameron was sitting down and getting ready to perform, his toes started doing a little wiggly dance -- EXACTLY the same thing Don does when he's excited about something. Must be genetic... Second was when we were driving Sylvi home, and a big wild turkey nearly lost his life on our front bumper. Damned thing wasn't afraid of cars, just waddled along the middle of the lane being a stupid turkey, before finally getting bored and waddling off to the side of the road.<br><br>So, back to Saturday... Nothing terribly exciting to report about our dog-sitting time. Don took Amber for a nice walk, she found something stinky to roll in, I washed it off, caught up on a whole lot of work -- but not nearly enough.<br><br>We were running late (surprise!) for our dinner with Ruth and family, so left a load in the dryer and headed to the hotel -- Sandra and Landon had a REALLY packed house, so we opted for the dirty little weekend (well, one day, anyhow) scenario at a nearby hotel. We had picked the Best Western down at the harbour -- a little pricey but what the heck, we were treating ourselves for a night! It was a fabulous room, with full kitchen and sitting area and private patio overlooking the garden -- much more than we needed for only one day, but would be fabulous for people staying in town for several days and not wanting to eat out all the time.<br><br>We ditched our instruments and headed over to Ruth's -- only about 20 minutes late, oops! Nevermind, they were running behind, too. Ruth and Brian's youngest girl, Gabby (a whirling dervish if I've ever met one), greeted us in the courtyard, where she was playing with a gaggle of neighbours. They live in a co-op, with all the houses' front doors opening up to this beautiful big courtyard with hugh playground for all the kids, where it's a constant buzz of activity and a collage of languages and cultures. We headed to house #2 and up the stairs to meet Ruth's eldest, Courtney (who I last met when she was pre-verbal and breastfeeding -- oy!), Phoenix (second oldest, who had come out to hear us when we were here in February) and Aidan (who had just been out to see us in Duncan). As if Brian weren't already surrounded by estrogen, they were also hosting a young woman on student exchange from Columbia, Julie. Did I mention Brian is also an introvert? And trying to quit smoking? Geesh, power to you!<br><br>And so all nine of us had a lovely dinner together. The older girls (women, did I mention I feel old?) peeled off shortly thereafter, Gabby went back outside to play for a while, leaving us time for a nice visit with the adults and Aidan (who seems to be a wise old woman trapped in a child's body, anyhow). Bedtime for the girls and a couple of yawns from the adults (who had to get up in the wee hours to get this brood off to church) was our cue to bid adieu.<br><br>Night owls that we are, we decided to check out the patio near our hotel, overlooking the waterfront, and have a tasty beverage or two... or more (bad idea, but it was enjoyable at the time!). The energy of the place was feeding us. Midnight people watching. Almost at the same time, we each realized -- we're city-dwellers. And we really miss the city. (Yes, I know Orillia is officially a city, but... it's just not.) The conversation leads to how the big (medium) fish / small pond concept has allowed our music to stagnate, the opportunities and possibilities available where we are versus where we could be... and we realize that guilt is probably the biggest thing holding us back.<br><br>Which is a big thing, indeed, because we're both really awesome at guilt.<br><br>So the question now is -- how much are we willing to sacrifice in order to alleviate our guilt, and would it ever be alleviated, anyhow. And who wins when we live our lives based on guilt?<br><br>Yes, intellectually, we know the answers to all those questions. Hearts are harder.<br><br>We wobble back to the hotel for an incredibly short sleep...<br><br>Wistfully,<br>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630122011-09-10T19:44:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:19-05:00The Songs and THE SONGJust some housekeeping -- I promised you the group song and the list of favourite songs.<br><br>Here are the songs each of us picked:<br><br>Ahmad: John Bingham "I Can't Stop Thinking About You"<br>Louise: Rascal Flatts "I'm Movin' On"<br>Sylvi: Joan Baez "Gospel Ship"<br>Cameron: Death Cab for Cutie "I Will Follow You Into The Dark"<br>Don: Cheryl Wheeler "Sylvia Hotel"<br>Alyssa: Jon Brooks "There Is Only Love"<br>Eric: Guy Clark "The Guitar" and "The Cape" (hey, he's the leader, he gets two!)<br>Sari: Troy Cassar-Daley "I Love This Place"<br><br>And here are the lyrics to our group song, written September 5 & 6, 2011 at The Haven, by Ahmad Baabahar, Eric Bibb, Don Bray, Cameron Dennison, Sylvia Edlund, Louise Gallagher, Sari Matinlassi-Bibb & Alyssa Wright, copyright Spirit In The Song Productions:<br><br>Come on home<br>The air is clear -- doors wide open<br>Whatever path your Spirit's chosen<br>You're not alone<br>Come on home<br><br>We're lonely and lost<br>Fear is blinding<br>Misunderstood<br>Souls in hiding<br>We're all seeking a haven<br>A place to belong<br>Where the breath of the Spirit<br>Calls so strong<br>Come on home<br><br><br>Come on home<br>The air is clear -- doors wide open<br>Whatever path your Spirit's chosen<br>You're not alone<br>Come on home<br><div><br></div><div>The journey is long</div><div>Hearts are heavy</div><div>No kin to hold</div><div>Troubles many</div><div>We're all seeking a haven</div><div>A place to belong</div><div>Where the voice in the wind</div><div>Is a welcoming song</div><div>Come on home</div><div><br></div><div>Come on home<br>The air is clear -- doors wide open<br>Whatever path your Spirit's chosen<br>You're not alone<br>Come on home</div><div>Come on home</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630132011-09-10T19:36:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:19-05:00Leaving HomeI awoke Friday morning, pouty and petulant. I didn't want to leave. Cancel the tour, I'm staying here. "We're all seeking a haven / A place to belong / Where the voice in the wind / Is a welcoming song"... I was not ready to leave the magic, to rejoin the world of highways and suitcases and my passenger-seat office with no ocean view or smell of the sea, or Sammy the friendly sea lion who liked to sunbathe on the rocks at The Haven's shore.<div><br></div><div>Toby had sat with us for a bit at dinner the night before, and mentioned he'd been reading my and <a href="http://recoveryourjoy.blogspot.com/">Louise</a>'s blogs about our week -- and invited us to contributed something to The Haven's <a href="http://www.haven.ca/shenblog/">Shen</a> blog, if we felt so inclined. Ah, then Shen blog -- they posted an article of mine the last time we were here. That was just after the Big Ethyl incident, when I was relieved to be healthy and cancer-free. And now here we are again, but Don does have cancer, and our return home will begin the count-down to his surgery. Another thing I'd rather not have to deal with right now. Could we please go back to the singing and writing and holding hands with people we love?</div><div><br></div><div>Ah, but it's these times and these connections that help us deal with those difficult things, isn't it? We don't get our strength by staying in bed and refusing to face the world...</div><div><br></div><div>I get out of bed. But I don't like it. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>The Haven has anticipated my mood by making STUFFED French toast for breakfast. Yes, stuffed. With strawberries and cream cheese. This day might work out alright, after all... Jack is refusing to meet my gaze, and turns his back as I walk past. Sigh...</div><div><br></div><div>After breakfast, I head up to the room to shower and pack. We load up the car and check out of the room, and then I set up my portable office on the sun porch again. There's quite a breeze coming off the water today, the salt air scolding me for checking out so soon.</div><div><br></div><div>Lunch. Roasted veggie sandwiches with melted cheese and pickle. Delicious again. Don heads down to his favourite bench to play guitar to Sammy and the geese one last time, as I finish up some last typing. I look down again and see two hats on the bench -- Ahmad has joined him, and the two are in animated conversation. I almost don't want to interrupt, but we do have a ferry to catch... I wander down and join them. Goodbye sea, goodbye rocks, goodbye Ahmad, goodbye Haven.</div><div><br></div><div>Leaving home, even a temporary one, is difficult for me. You never really know if you'll see either the people or the place again.</div><div><br></div><div>Thank you rocks. Thank you sea. Thank you trees. Thank you beasties. Thank you Haven. Thank you friends. We'll be back. If we have any say in the matter, we'll be back.</div><div><br></div><div>We make the drive to the ferry, and are surprised to find the line is very short. It ends up being only half-full when we get on.</div><div><br></div><div>With several hours to kill before we have to check in for our Nanimo gig, we decide to head down the highway to check out the town of Cedar, which Graemme recommended. Sorry, Cedar, you just don't do it for us -- if we're going to leave Ontario, it won't be for a place that looks just like Ontario. Plus it seems way too isolated, as well, since part of my yearning is to have more high-quality musicians to connect with, and push me forward. We agree that if the move is ever going to be made, it's Victoria or bust. Typical us, going for the more expensive option... oh well, at least we aren't in love with Vancouver!</div><div><br></div><div>Cedar was closer than expected, so we still have several hours to kill. We head to one of the Nanaimo Starbucks. Not only does the mighty Bucks always have great coffee, they've got free wireless, and never make you feel like you've overstayed your welcome. (In fact, Sandra, our host in Victoria, often holds meetings in a nearby Starbucks with its own board room which can be used for free!) My portable office, minus sea breeze or sea lion, is set up once more, and we sip away on the first grande bolds we've had in days. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We grab some sandwiches to take and munch before our gig, then head to the Red Willow Coffee House. We had driven there from the ferry, to make sure we knew where it was, but somehow we get completely turned around and have to double back. So much for being extra early...</div><div><br></div><div>We meet Charlie, our host, outside the church. Ruth is also there, setting up the refreshments. We don't really need to worry about the sound system, as the room is small, and there's a great omni mic set up centre stage, which should pick us up as much as necessary. We'd be playing around 9:00-ish, as there's an open stage that starts at 7:00. The church has a beautiful picture window overlooking the water -- we have no idea who listens to the sermon on Sunday mornings. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>It felt kind of like song circle at home -- each open stage act got 3 songs, with Charlie MC-ing. He began the night, and then about 5 acts performed. Very community-oriented, inclusive feel to the whole night. Charlie is quite the interesting man -- at 76, he recently completed a cross-Canada bicycle trip, putting us all to shame. He's been a Lutheran minister, headed up a friendship centre, worked as an accountant... he's done it all.</div><div><br></div><div>A quick break for refreshments, and then it was our turn to do a 1-hour set. We were very well received, including one young guy who had come out to the coffee house for the first time, had a rock band background, and hadn't known what to expect -- he was totally excited, took our card, and vowed to return. We also got an invite to play a house concert venue the next time we're out this way. Life is good. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We followed Charlie and Ruth back down the highway to Charlie's house in Ladysmith, where we were staying for the night. We were offered some single malt from Speyside -- who are we to say no? Ruth said goodnight, and left the three of us to the Scotch. Four, really, if you count Andre, the long-haired Dachshund, who alternately growled at us and asked for ear rubs.</div><div><br></div><div>Charlie has incredibly eclectic musical tastes -- from Bach to Ella to Leahy to Lady Gaga -- is obviously a patron of visual art as well, with many paintings and photos covering the walls, and he walked us through many of them. Then he picked out a DVD of the Calgary Ballet presenting "The Fiddle and Drum", a multi-media ballet by Joni Mitchell. We'd never heard of it, but watched in awe -- we'll definitely have to get a copy when we get home! We chatted some more, and then realized it was after 1am -- better nap!</div><div><br></div><div>We said goodnight to Charlie and Andre, and headed up to our room, sleeping soundly.</div><div><br></div><div>Musically,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630142011-09-09T19:37:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:19-05:00Last day - stay on home, stay on homeThursday morning -- how did we get here already? The snooze button gets another workout. Probably in part due to the previous night's wine and short sleep, but likely more due to not wanting to say goodbye.<br><div><br></div><div>Sylvi, of course, was patiently waiting for her posse. We joined her for scrambled eggs and lots of coffee (I was obviously feeling better, as my coffee craving was back!)</div><div><br></div><div>We had agreed Wednesday that the morning session wouldn't begin until 10:00, so everyone could sleep a little extra after the concert. But we must have all wanted to savour every last moment together, because by 9:15, we had all gathered in our Heron meeting room one last time. Everyone was excited about the concert the night before, but there was an undertone of bittersweet, as we knew these magical five days were drawing to a close.</div><div><br></div><div>The morning began, as had every morning, with Eric reading us a passage out of a daily meditations book which had been loaned by a friend. As every morning, it was uncannily appropriate. This was followed, as every morning, with Louise reading us her blog (which she wakes up at 5:30 every morning to write, even mornings after a two-glasses-of-wine late night). Cue the tears and sniffles.</div><div><br></div><div>Then we did our check-in. In alphabetical order. Me first (hmmm... alphabet with a wee zig-zag, I guess). I told the story of my stupid body tricks the night before, and read the new song I barfed up (it still feels more like that than birthing, even though less poetic). I made it to the last verse before starting to bawl again and choke out the rest of it. I heard a sob from Sylvi, Louise (who prides herself in never crying in public) was also crying, even Ahmed looked teary. The Bray Brothers, of course, were sniffling away, as were Eric and Sari. Guess I barfed up a good one. Next step was to sing it for them. I was able to do it until halfway through the last verse, when I heard another sob from Sylvi, which set me going again (I am SUCH an emotional sponge, it's ridiculous..).</div><div><br></div><div>Ahmed was next. His was still a work in progress, but he had done a considerable amount of tweaking, and had completed some new stuff that would rip your heart out. I can't wait to hear the final version. Cameron was still abuzz from the night before, glad he'd been able to find a way to stay, and full of new ideas of how to get himself back to singing on stage again. Don had disappointed us all by not writing three more songs in the meantime. ;-) He had made a few changes, though, which were polishing the song up nicely. Louise was happy with her song, and was ready to hand it off to me to sing. Nice try. :-) I'd be happy to cover it some day, but today it's still yours, lovely. Sylvi was still thrilled with her song, and seemed to have gotten a huge boost from singing on stage the night before -- the confidence of her delivery had taken a great leap.</div><div><br></div><div>And so, for the documentation! Cameron had a truck full of video gear, so he brought in his camera and set up the tripod. We wanted a video of each person's song, as well as our group song. Everyone did their individual songs. Sylvi made it through her own for the first time without crying on the last verse -- what a performer! Typical me, I waited until the very end. Put on my stage face and was determined to make it through without breaking down at the last verse. Almost did it, too, until a heard another Sylvi sob on my last line... that's OK, I had already heard a click from the camera. Cameron had run out of batteries. Nevermind, he had four more in the car. Plugged a new one in, and asked me to re-do just the last verse. I started and... CLICK. Ran out of that battery too. Cameron ran back to the truck and came back sorrowfully, apologizing profusely that he didn't have his charger and all the other batteries were dead, too -- this never happens.</div><div><br></div><div>Louise came to the rescue with her little camera. Not quite so fancy, but it could screw on to the tripod and record in HD, so it would have to do. I made it through the whole song with no tears, and everyone agreed it was the best version (even without the tears) I had done. Cameron was obviously meant to have forgotten the battery charger, because it allowed the best performance to get recorded. There are no mistakes, no coincidences -- a running theme of the week.</div><div><br></div><div>Time for our group song. Again, our best performance ever. E-mail sheets were distributed, as were our song lists. It was 12:00. Our workshop was over. We gathered in a circle, held hands, gave thanks, gave love, promised this wouldn't really end.</div><div><br></div><div>Cameron really, really had to go now, and Louise was also going to try to catch the 12:35 ferry. Big hugs and kisses to them both. We will see Louise in a couple of weeks. We will see our new-found cousin-brother very soon.</div><div><br></div><div>The rest of us head to the lodge for one last meal together. It's obvious nobody wants to leave. Eric and Sari are hoping to catch the 3:10 ferry, but haven't even packed yet. I wonder if they actually made it, because between the two of them, they put our procrastination techniques to shame. :-) More big hugs and kisses. More chatting. Some more hugs. Chat chat chat. Hugs... OK, really going now. Promise to be in touch and see each other soon.</div><div><br></div><div>We are down to four. Don is meeting with Graemme at 1:30, but promises Sylvi to drive her to her place down-island when he's done. Ahmed is staying a few more days for "The Haven Unplugged" -- a few days of helping to do cleaning, minor repairs, gardening, etc., around the property.</div><div><br></div><div>We grab some comfy seats in the lounge for a while, as Don waits for Graemme to finish his other meeting, and I get started on all the PR that has built up over the last few days. Damn, real world is coming on strong. I am approached by Jack [not his real name] -- an older guy who doesn't take any courses here, but comes here for a month-long stay annually and is a local fixture -- who want me to come and watch a video he was talking about the night before. An hour and a half video of fiddle music. He apparently didn't read my tone and body language well when he was talking about it the night before. I smile politely, say we're just waiting for Graemme for a meeting, don't really have time to watch it, but thanks. Graemme takes about ten more minutes to arrive in the lounge, during which time I am approached by Jack four more times, telling me I should come watch the video with him. Still no, Jack, sorry.</div><div><br></div><div>Graemme came to our rescue as Jack was making his sixth advance. It was really Don and Graemme's meeting, but I walked as far as the driveway with them, then escaped to our room to recharge my laptop. Sadly, the wireless does not reach our room, but I answered several e-mails and left them in the outbox for later.</div><div><br></div><div>Once the computer was charged, I tiptoed back down to the lodge to hide in a corner of the sunroom and do some PR work. I was safe, all was well, no fiddle videos for me. A lovely breeze was blowing off the sea, life was good. Don came back -- QUITE some time later, happy about his meeting with Graemme, and excited about the project. They really hit it off, and have the same musical sensibilities (as Don had suspected, but nice to have confirmed).</div><div><br></div><div>We drove Sylvi back to the house she rents for the five months she lives here -- she spends the other seven at her home in Ottawa. It's perched partway up a cliff, then up some cement stairs and into her main room -- studio and kitchen all in one, overlooking the trees. Up a small ladder is her bedroom and "bathroom" (a composting toilet), and out front is the porch she uses almost as a room itself. A cute little spot with a great view of Nanaimo if you walk up a little further. We stay and chat for a little while, then head back to the Haven. It's just us and Ahmed left, now.<br><br>I set up in the sunroom -- my new office -- and Don headed down to his favourite park bench to serenade the geese. Every time I looked out the window, he had a new audience of geese swimming slowly towards him, listening attentively -- Gabriolan geese are obviously very discerning. :-)<br><br>Dinner time! And here comes Jack... "oh, you're still here?" "Yes, we're staying an extra night." "Oh, so you can come and see my video, then!"<br><br>Oy...<br><br>"No, Jack, not now, we're eating dinner and I've got a lot of work to do." Damn, should have omitted the 'not now' part... "Oh, so I'll come get you after dinner and we'll watch the video." Sigh... "Don't know if I can, Jack, I've got a lot to do, but thanks..."<br><br>We grab our plates and -- oh, what is this deliciousness? Mushroom Wellington, scalloped potatoes, mustard-roasted kale... Heaven! "Mind if I sit with you?" I hear behind me... I startle a bit, bracing myself for a dinner's worth of demands to watch a fiddle video, but it's Graemme. His partner, Marlise (hope I'm spelling it right?) is following close behind -- she's going to be leading a body work session for the helpers in the evening. We have a delicious dinner together, and a lovely chat. Graemme seems to be eagerly joining the "get Lyss and Don to BC" team, telling me about all the various opportunities for cellists in Victoria. He might have an ulterior motive -- he really loves the cello (damn, and I thought it was all about our sparkling personalities!).<br><br>Jack finishes his meal and makes another round. "No, Jack, I can't right now. If I'm able to later, I'll come find you." I tell my table-mates I should probably just go watch the damned video and put him out of his misery. They laugh and tell me that would just lead to the hour and a half of question-and-answer period following the film. I feel a little less like a rotten person and realize I'm just holding my boundaries steady against someone with serious boundaries and people-reading issues. Yay me.<br><br>Marlise gets up to go prepare her room for the session, leaving the three of us to chat for what turned out to be a couple more hours. Jack sat behind of us for much of that time, clearing his throat often. I concentrated intensely on the conversation, and pondered what Tai Chi moves I could practise on him. More great conversation, accompanied by a cricket now, from music to politics to moving us to Victoria to... Oh lordy, Jack's back. "No Jack, I'm not coming to watch the video now, we're in the middle of our conversation." He resorts to pacing back and forth on the patio for a while, as we talk some more. I make up my mind to hold my ground -- if he comes back after Graemme goes back to the studio, I'm going to firmly tell him I've got way too much work to do, and simply can't take the time. I never do get that chance. Jack has finally got the message and, it seems, has taken it personally -- he avoids me the rest of our time on the island (not a bad thing, really, but... geez, if he had got the message earlier, we could have done it without sulking and pouting).<br><br>After several threats of "I really have to get back into the studio", Graemme finally does break free of the conversation to go get some work done. I put my portable office back together, and Don heads out to the sunroom (more of a moonroom by this point) to play some more guitar. Kind of like life at home, only I can see him from this office. We've pretty much got the lodge to ourselves for a while, as the Unplugged folks are in session and no other workshops are happening until Tuesday.<br><br>The evening session people came back to the lodge for schmoozing, and I uploaded files while quietly eavesdropping on some very interesting conversations -- still in songwriter mode, I guess! We grabbed a glass of wine ourselves, before heading up to our room for one last sleep.<br><br>I could hear the island singing "Come On Home" -- stay a little longer, you just got here, don't rush off...<br><br>Musically, blubberingly and lovingly,<br>Lyss</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630152011-09-09T00:40:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:19-05:00Come On HomeWednesday was shower morning. You are welcome, Gabriola!<br><div><br></div><div>So we were even later than usual to join Sylvi (just found out I've been spelling her name wrong -- sorry!) as her breakfast posse. She was already with some of the Phase II people, but ditched them when we arrived. :-) I should mention -- I don't think she'd mind, as she's quite forthcoming about it -- that several years ago, an infection in her appendix of all places caused her no small amount of brain damage. Yes, brain damage from an appendix infection -- who knew? One of the functions she lost is facial recognition. So photos of people mean nothing to her, and she warned us when she first met us that she would stare at us blankly if we walked by her on the grounds, so not to take it personally.</div><div><br></div><div>Well, when one sense leaves us, others rush in to take their place. Because by the next day, she recognized us perfectly well. Sometimes by our voices, but often when we weren't even speaking -- once she gets to know someone, she says she can recognize their energy. Apparently Don and I have a lot of energy, or a distinctive one, anyhow! She even recognizes us when we walk up behind her.</div><div><br></div><div>Anyhow, we headed to our morning session. The usual check-in of how everyone's doing and where they're at, followed by Eric and Sari's suggestions of what they wanted each of us to work on that morning. We did a quick rehearsal of our group song for the concert that night, and then we were all sent off to do our work individually. Cameron and Don were paired off (The Bray Brothers), so that Don could work out a guitar accompaniment for Cameron's song, leaving Cameron free to dig into the expressive glory of his new-found voice. Louise and I (the accordion sisters) were paired off, so I could figure out an accompaniment to her ballad. Eric was going to work with Sylvi on some tweaking to her song, and practising his own accompaniment for it. Ahmed was given the assignment to write a brand-new song, and the topic had to be his father.</div><div><br></div><div>Eric came out to give me the chords he was playing to Louise's song, and then left us to work on it. Louise was emotionally exhausted by that point already, and once I knew the chords (G# minor, Eric?!? Geez, these guitarists with capos... ;-) ), I only needed to know which verses were following melody A or B, so... we talked instead. Louise had given me a book the night before, about her abusive relationship with a man who actually ended up kidnapping her to try and get across the border, but the police saved her (apparently Oprah is doing a documentary, holy crap!) Minus the red ferrari, we obviously had much to talk about. But we also chatted about her art -- yes, this multi-talented person also paints and does mixed media -- her daughters, and other lovely things. And then it was time for lunch!</div><div><br></div><div>We walked out on to the lawn to collect Don, and he and Cameron were doing another run-through of the song. Holy crap, it sounded just incredible! We sat in awe. The Bray Brothers kick butt. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Lunch time -- chipotle black bean burgers. Oh my, I could eat those for the rest of my life.</div><div><br></div><div>No afternoon break for us this day. We had work to do! The (early and shorter) afternoon session began with a recap of all we had been able to accomplish on our songs. I hadn't really done much, other than a tentative melody for the chorus. Tried out a couple of new verses that I wasn't totally happy with -- and I don't think the group was, either. So this time, my nagging doubts were telling me something truthful. Cameron and Don did Cameron's song. It was incredible -- just as Don started strumming the opening line, you could see Cameron's entire being just shifting and settling in to Become The Song. A beautiful thing. Don had tweaked his own song a bit, and the changes met with general approval. Sylvi and Louise were both happy with theirs as is, and sang them well. And then Ahmed's turn -- wow, he had dug deep. The song was still in progress, but was definitely progressing strongly. "The day they took my father away...". Some pretty emotional stuff -- he had given in to the process, and embraced all the stuff he needed to get out. Job beautifully done.</div><div><br></div><div>Then it was time to prepare for the concert! Eric's accompanist, piano player extraordinaire <a href="http://billsample.wordpress.com/">Bill Sample</a>, arrived, so we all did a rehearsal together, to show him the ropes -- I don't think he needed it. :-) We did a few runs-through, and then the instrumentalists headed up to the Phoenix Theatre to set up the stage and do line checks. I don't think <a href="http://www.zenmastering.net/">Graemme</a> was expecting to need quite so many lines for a duo concert, but he handled us well. :-) As Eric and Bill rehearsed a few numbers, I quietly played along in the corner -- nothing like playing with good musicians, even if I'm not really playing with them. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>The "Spirit in the Song Choir" arrived, and we did a few more runs-through, so everyone could get used to the stage and the microphones -- Eric was very generous with his pre-concert time. "The Bray Brothers" had been asked to perform Cameron's song that night, so they got some rehearsal time in as well.</div><div><br></div><div>Then we had about ten minutes left to head down to the lodge and scarf down some teriyaki salmon before the concert -- damn, it would have been a good meal!</div><div><br></div><div>The workshop participants had the front row of chairs saved for us -- woo-hoo, VIPs! We sat down and got ready to enjoy the show. Stretched out across the back curtain were Eric's five guitars (he uses many different tunings, plus has a 7-string and a baritone), Don's guitar and lap slide, and my cello. Nice little bit of visual poetry. Don, of course, wanted to organize them by size... or maybe by colour. I mentioned they were already in alphabetical order -- cello, followed by guitar-like objects.</div><div><br></div><div>Eric took the stage, solo at first, and began a beautiful first half of the program, that had us alternately dancing and sighing.</div><div><br></div><div>That's when my body started in to Stupid Body Tricks, followed by Return of the Revenge of Stupid Body Tricks... WTF?!? First it was my cough, which had been pretty much absent most of the day, but was suddenly out in full force. Then cramps. Then a nasty pain down my side. Get a grip, Lyssy, what's with this? You never get stage fright, this is stuff you love to do, why all this weirdness? OK, talked myself out of appendicitis, but then... oh, seriously, you're going to threaten explosive diarrhea now? C'mon, I survived the mussels before going on stage, that's not going to scare me. Listen to me, body, even if I crap my pants on stage, I'm still going to play and sing, so cut it out. But wait... you've got to be kidding me... a seizure?!? You're threatening a seizure?!? I haven't had one of those since I got rid of the ex-husband, and you're threatening one because I have to play a few notes on stage? Listen, body, even if you're writhing on the floor, I'm still going to play my damned cello and sing my heart out. So smarten up. NOW.</div><div><br></div><div>In the midst of this internal chaos, Bill Sample joined Eric, on the beautiful grand piano off to the side. He's such a sensitive accompanist, the effect is just magical.</div><div><br></div><div>Eric's last piece, then it was time for Cameron's song. His girlfriend and a bunch of friends were in the audience to hear him perform -- many people rooting for him. And the man did not disappoint. Not by a long shot. Once again, he owned that stage and became that song. And the crowd went wild -- not just his friends, either. Standing ovation!!! Bray men rule.</div><div><br></div><div>Then it was time for the grand finale -- our group song, "Come on Home". And with Cameron as inspiration, everyone stepped up and did better than ever on the song. Even my Stupid Body Tricks went away (as they usually do, when I've got a performance to give). Everyone's solos were great, and in the gospel-y section at the end, every line was given with strength and sensitivity -- the audience was clapping along, singing with us. We were in the zone. And yes, the crowd went wild again. It was a great night. Many hugs and kisses on stage.</div><div><br></div><div>As the audience started to shuffle out and we were leaving the stage, who should I see but Tim Harrison, who was doing a review for his new website, <a href="http://nowongabriola.com/">Now On Gabriola</a>. He seemed to have had a good time, but I guess we'll see when the review gets published. ;-) Many other happy audience members, too. I got a chance to practise accepting praise and gratitude... homework!</div><div><br></div><div>We headed down to the lounge for a celebratory beverage or two with Louise, Sylvi and Cameron -- Eric and Sari were heading out to finally have some dinner, but said they'd join us later (they didn't end up coming, because they were both falling asleep on their feet by the time dinner was over). Louise invited us to come and play at the shelter where she works when we're in Calgary, so we'll be seeing her again in a couple of weeks, yay! Cameron may have to go home before the morning, but we manage to talk him out of it -- it wouldn't be right to not have him there for the follow-up. In the midst of all my merry-making, the Stupid Body Tricks began again. Geez, maybe I actually am sick or something?</div><div><br></div><div>We walk back up to the room, and I realize I still haven't fixed the last verse, and we're supposed to be recording the final songs the next morning. Crap. OK, I'll see if I can at least cobble something together before my body falls apart or I fall asleep.</div><div><br></div><div>I sit down on the bed, haul out my pen and notebook, and...</div><div><br></div><div>BLLLAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH</div><div><br></div><div>Barf out a revised second chorus and a final verse. All in one fell swoop, no edits. And then I start to bawl my eyes out.</div><div><br></div><div>Those weren't the pains of unexplainable stagefright. Those were the pains of childbirth.</div><div><br></div><div>The Return of the Revenge of A Song Is Born.</div><div><br></div><div>I feel much better now.</div><div><br></div><div>Musically -- especially when I'm explosively musical,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630162011-09-07T18:22:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:19-05:00More Songs are BornTuesday -- is it already Tuesday? We might have pressed the snooze button a few times... even Don, who always makes fun of my snooze button tendencies, waited until 38 minutes (not that I was counting) after the first alarm to get his arse out of bed.<div><br></div><div>But breakfast was calling! Sylvie was waiting in the lodge with some of the Phase II participants for her "posse" -- we ended up being the only two to turn up, albeit a bit late. Slackers. ;-)</div><div><br></div><div>After breakfast, we all headed up to the morning workshop. First, we went over our group song from the day before. One minor change to the lyrics -- which made a big difference -- but that was it. Next step, the arrangement! We got it roughed out and recorded to work with.</div><div><br></div><div>Next step was individual songs. I had gone over a list the night before of all the partial songs I still wanted to finish, but only had one that went beyond a cool line or two -- and that one was definitely off limits, mine, nobody's gonna touch this. As in my entire year of grade 13 calculus, I just prayed I wasn't called on to show my homework.</div><div><br></div><div>Mr. Bray to my rescue (unintentionally, I presume). He, of course, had most of a song ready, which he wrote falling asleep the night before. Did I mention the word "bastard"? ;-)</div><div><br></div><div>A bit of discussion over some things he was having troubles with, but basically, everyone was loving it. Who wants to go next?</div><div><br></div><div>Eyes lower to studiously examine carpet... then gaze furtively around the circle... then back at the oh-so-interesting carpet...</div><div><br></div><div>PHEW! Ahmed has a song to share. (Although it's one he's already rehearsed with his band, so I personally think he's cheating... but at this point, I'm just happy to not be caught!) More discussion and... aw, shucks, it's time to break for lunch!</div><div><br></div><div>Lunch was... well, not terribly colourful for us veggies -- rice and stir-fry noodles. Thank goodness for the salad bar, or all I would have had would have been white... But I so love that salad bar, especially the chick peas and blue cheese dressing, num num nummm.</div><div><br></div><div>Guess how I spend my after-lunch break? Yup, cramming the songs. I try so hard to get some of the one-liners fleshed out, but... oh crap, what was that Sylvie said about how the thing you resist the most is the thing you most need to do? OK, OK... I'll do the off-limits song, damnit. I peel back through my journal for the two years' worth of failed attempts to complete this song, and try to piece the good stuff together. I even come up with some new stuff. Yay me! I'm still hoping to flesh out the lighter stuff, but... damn, two hours is over, back to session.</div><div><br></div><div>So, who wants to start first? My knight in shining armour wants to sing us all the new version, before he forgets how to play it. Everyone loves the changes, a bit more discussion. Who wants to go...? Cameron! Yay, I love those Brays. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Cameron, of course, has that annoying Bray tendency of being able to write an incredible song as quickly as a burp. I really hate those Brays... ;-) Needless to say, it's fabulous. The only work done on the song is to get him more comfortable with the guitar part, and fit him into more of a groove. Other than that, the song and his delivery are incredible. I'm teary. Even though he's a bastard too. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Next up is Sylvie, who has never written a song before. She presents a work-in-progress, which she declares to be too whiney for her taste, although it has some quite funny moments to break it up. Eric suggests she take the lyrics -- which are basically about how annoyed she is that everyone depends on her to save the day, and she's fed up with being the strong one (oh geez, I could never relate to that -- hardeeharhar...) -- and instead of looking down upon herself, to look at herself in a more positive light. Others recognize that she probably wouldn't mind doing these things if she got something in return, such as acknowledgement or acceptance. She agrees to take a look at it again.</div><div><br></div><div>Thank goodness, we're going in a circle now (I'm at the end, yay!). Louise has a perfectly-formed lyric in the style of an old English ballad, titled "Fear Lived In Her Belly". It rings way too true. The only changes suggested are to cut out a few syllables, and Eric and/or I will help her put a melody and accompaniment to it. The song in lyric form is pretty much done.</div><div><br></div><div>Then it's my turn -- oh, come on... already?!? Avec shaky voice (and did I mention still sick?), I wobble my way through the opening verses, speak through the chorus (haven't found a melody yet), sing the next set of verses, and then say where I'm stuck... Apparently my worry that it was too much of a country hurtin' song was not needed -- everyone sees it as genuine and heartfelt. Sari says it sounds more like an Irish tune than a country hurtin' song -- phew. And the bad stuff isn't over the top. Just have to fill out the ending.</div><div><br></div><div>OK, I survived.</div><div><br></div><div>So now, we break out for an hour to work on stuff by ourselves. I try. I really try. I write the next verse eleven different ways, then give up and upload the previous day's blog, and compose a to-do list of things to remind me how I fail to complete to-do lists. Yes, I am my worst enemy. You any better?</div><div><br></div><div>Time to go back, so I run to the lodge to get a refill of ginger tea. Don has the same idea. I laugh at the fact that I pulled off the tragic part of the song quite easily, and it's the happy ending that has me tied in knots. I'm really not good at happy endings. Hey, I have trust issues. Deal with it. ;-)</div><div><br></div><div>Back to finish off the session with a quick check-in from us all. Don, of course, has a shining, polished diamond of a song. (bastard) Cameron has been working with a metronome to figure out the groove. Sylvie has come back with some new verses that astound us all. Louise has worked with Eric and created a beautiful melody, sung in a sweet and beautiful voice. Ahmed e-mailed his family. I... sort of have a verse, and one hell of a to-do list. I read the verse, and get some suggestions. I come up with some of my own ideas to finish 'er off. We'll see what happens before tomorrow.</div><div><br></div><div>Dinner time! We eat with Sylvie and Louise again. The veggie dinner is quinoa and stuff, much less sweet than the night before. Which means we get to eat dessert -- apple cake with caramel sauce and whipped cream. Mmm!</div><div><br></div><div>Evening session. We work on the song, fine-tune the arrangement, and record a few new practise takes. It's sounding pretty darned good. Everyone who has done group songs before agrees that this is the best group song they've ever been involved with. Damn, we're good. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>After that, Eric has an agenda: Sylvie.</div><div><br></div><div>Sylvie has completely re-written her song, and now has a melody. First, she just reads the lyrics. Wow... or should I say: WOW. The refrain has now changed to "you can count on me", and ends with a verse every care-giver will cleave to their breast -- I need some support, too, just give me a hug or something, and that's all I'll need to carry on. (I'm paraphrasing, of course, don't want to steal her thunder.) We're all in awe. And then she goes to the piano to sing it. A little tentatively at first, as she hasn't played piano in 45 years, but she picks out the opening lines, and then takes it from there, with Eric filling in the chords underneath. She gets to verse two and gets choked up -- which of course chokes the rest of us up. But she ploughs onward, through the tears that cause her to pause from time to time, and finishes the song. It's incredible. We're all crying. Eric asks her to repeat it, so he can record it and figure out the accompaniment part later tonight. Even the second time, she's tearing up, so Louise quietly walks over, kneels beside her at the piano, and rubs her back as she's singing. Just that is enough to make me sob quietly in the corner... It was such a beautiful moment, one woman pouring several decades of strength and pain out in song, and another just quietly sitting there, taking it on for her, helping her through. You can count on me. Count on me.</div><div><br></div><div>We are all emotionally drained. Big hugs. Even the Bray boys are in tears (I love a man who can cry!). We trade a few songs, and Louise shows us a video of "Stand By Me" made at the homeless shelter where she works, where professional performers and the shelter clients are all singing together. Damn. I thought we were supposed to stop crying?!?!?</div><div><br></div><div>Too many wonderful things in this world. Too many wonderful people. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Session is over. We head to the lodge for some more visiting and a tasty beverage. Once again, we're in bed before midnight. Yes, I'm eating breakfast and going to bed before midnight. No, this won't last forever. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Musically,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630172011-09-06T20:05:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:19-05:00A song is bornWoke up Monday feeling much better... at least until I got vertical. Then an ocean's worth of snot flowed out of me like... well, like an ocean's worth of snot. Can you see why I need a little boost to my songwriting?<div><br></div><div>And, ahem, did I mention it was a 7:30 wake-up? I don't do 7:30 wake-ups...</div><div><br></div><div>But I got up, AND went to breakfast -- which was french toast with strawberry compote, so it made things a little better. Still not feeling much for coffee, but I did have several cups of their delicious ginger tea (they keep a big pot brewing all day in the main lodge).</div><div><br></div><div>We grabbed our instruments and headed to our morning session, with instruments in tow. I brought my accordion for Louise (she had apparently done up to Grade 8 Conservatory on it as a youngster), but she did not feel like taking poor Scarlett out of the box. We'll work on her further tomorrow. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We started with our favourite songs, songs that touched us, with each of us introducing "our" song and why we loved it so much. Don's was Cheryl Wheeler's "Sylvia Hotel". I finally settled on <a href="http://jonbrooks.ca/">Jon Brooks</a>'s "There's Only Love". It's really hard to settle on just one, but I think I did it justice -- and Eric was excited to learn of a new songwriter, who greatly impressed him! It was great to hear everyone else's choices, too -- they're putting together a list, so I'll share it later. Of course, once we had all shared "the" song, there were many more thrown in that reminded people of other songs, etc. A fun morning!</div><div><br></div><div>By the end of the morning session, I could actually breathe through both nostrils, so life was very exciting. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Lunch was hoagies (including vegetarian hoagies for me) plus salad and... lots of stuff. We never go hungry here!</div><div><br></div><div>Don had started to write a new song going to bed the night before, so he went off to the field with his guitar to work on it, while I had a much-needed nap, to try and get rid of this $&#*(%^ cold. I slept like a baby...</div><div><br></div><div>Woke up in time for some more ginger tea before the afternoon session. We started working on a group song, and managed to get the chorus completed -- getting eight songwriters to agree is kind of like herding cats, but we were all happy with the result. This was Cameron's turn to shine, because not only was he amazing at singing the chorus, he came up with some really great lines and ideas, and seemed to have lots of confidence presenting them. Yay Cameron! (Go Brays!)</div><div><br></div><div>Of course, mid-way through, because I had actually been feeling OK, my body decided to go into full nosebleed mode. Yeah, seriously. It's pulling out All The Tricks today, isn't it? If my brain can't silence me, my body will find a way. Grrr... After about 20 minutes hanging out in the bathroom and having Don fetch me ice cubes, I was finally able to get back into the group, where the lyrics for the 1st verse were taking shape. But then it was time for our dinner break!</div><div><br></div><div>Dinner was pork somethingorother for the carnivores, and a yam and lots-of-other-stuff pie for the veggies. Louise and I both found it a bit sweet for our tastes, but that meant we didn't have to have dessert (Don had it for all of us).</div><div><br></div><div>Back to the evening session, and we somehow managed to write the music for the verses, AND complete the second verse -- we're thinking that's all the song really needs, since it starts with the chorus, but we'd see how we felt with fresh ears in the morning.</div><div><br></div><div>Did I mention my voice was going tonight? Stupid body tricks...</div><div><br></div><div>Sorry, folks, the blogs from our workshop days are going to be pretty short and probably unpoetic. The sessions are pretty intense, and this cold isn't helping much.</div><div><br></div><div>Musically and bloodily and hackingly,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630182011-09-06T01:50:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:19-05:00Germ-y on GabriolaSorry guys, falling behind... no more driving, and I needed to nap in our only spare time today. (They keep us busy, with three 3-hour sessions a day.)<br><div><br></div><div>So... back to Sunday.</div><div><br></div><div>Woke up with less of a tennis ball in my throat, but the cold had definitely moved to my sinuses. :-( As I said to Don later in the day, it's probably no coincidence that my body decided to not be able to talk the day before our workshop which I'm hoping will break me out of my rut... Stupid body tricks.</div><div><br></div><div>Breakfast was more yummy bread with blackberry jam, plus a quarter melon. Mmm...mmm.</div><div><br></div><div>Landon suggested I try their steam shower. He showed me how to work it, then left me to my own devices. As the steam started out of the tap, I looked at the time -- 30 minutes? They expected me to sit still for thirty whole minutes?!? How stupid is that? I can't sit still for... oh... maybe... whaddayamean there's only ten minutes left? Four? Waaahhhh, I want another steam shower! I should really have one of these just before I have to sing. Clear the sinuses, moisten the throat and lungs. Feels good!</div><div><br></div><div>A light lunch of crab salad, and then it was time for us to frappe la rue, with a promise to come back and Amber-sit on Saturday.</div><div><br></div><div>The drive up to the ferry was another beautiful day of beautiful vistas. The downtown ferry terminal in Nanaimo was working again, so all was well. We caught the 5:00 ferry and arrived at The Haven shortly thereafter.</div><div><br></div><div>Our room is in a different building this time -- I think their "bargain" rooms must have all been filled up, because it seems we got upgraded to a slightly bigger model. Not that we spend much time there, but it's nice to be able to have a place for all the instruments without tripping over them.</div><div><br></div><div>We headed down to the main lodge for dinner, and ate with Rick, who's taking the Phase II course (a 25-day long one!). We forgot how yummy the meals here are!</div><div><br></div><div>After that, it was up to our first session for the Spirit In The Song workshop. Eric Bibb and his wife Sari are leading it, and there are only six of us in the class -- three males, three females, so it's a nice balance. Khamed is a guitar player singer-songwriter, sort of in the gospel-blues vein. Louise is a writer, who thought taking a songwriting course could help her reduce her word count, while still getting a strong message across. Sylvie is no longer able to play an instrument, because of an injury to her hand, but sings and writes. Cameron introduced himself as someone who doesn't sing in public -- but HOLY CRAP, this guy can sing!!! We found out today that his birth name is Bray, and he and Don actually share a great-grandfather (and perhaps a grandfather?). And then there's Don and myself, who you people know already. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We started out with introductions, getting to know each other, what sort of things we want to get out of this course, etc.. We each shared one of our songs, to help introduce our music -- I was so sick, I actually managed to mess up "Not Enough Whiskey". OY! And it was the freakin' refrain, of all things... Well, they liked it, anyhow. We talked a bit about songwriting and were sent home with the assignment to pick our favourite song (of someone else's) to present to the class the next morning.</div><div><br></div><div>We went back to the lounge for a tasty beverage, to upload yesterday's blog, and to visit with a few more people. Then it was time to crash. We slept like babies.</div><div><br></div><div>Sorry, guys, there's probably much I missed, but I'm about to crash tonight, too. Maybe I'll stay awake during our break tomorrow and tell you all about today. Or maybe I won't. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Musically, and still with a friggin' cold,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630192011-09-05T01:14:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:19-05:00Day 13 - unlucky icky and sickly day 13Woke up with an incredibly sore, raw, red throat -- every time I tried to swallow, it felt like a tennis ball was in the way.<div><br></div><div>Not good...</div><div><br></div><div>Stayed in bed an extra hour, but knew that Sandra and Landon's cleaning lady would want to get in to clean, so guilt got me moving. Slowly.</div><div><br></div><div>I was getting some water from the fridge when Landon said no cold drinks for me today. He opened up the cupboards of tea (that's not a typo, Sandra's tea collection takes up two cupboards!) and found me some throat remedy, which kept me going the rest of the day.</div><div><br></div><div>Knowing how busy and tired and so very much NOT in need of a cold this week they were, I banished myself to the family room and computed and drank tea and maybe moped a little bit. Amber came in to keep my feet warm and keep me company. I thought it was because she wanted me to feel better, but it turns out she was locked out of Sandra and Landon's office, because they had a bunch of charts and small pieces of paper laid out on the ground. I prefer to think it's because she loves me. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Don went out to do some errands, including walking Amber to the bakery and bringing back some fresh loaves of bread. Landon made tuna salad, and we had sandwiches out on the deck in the dappled sunshine.</div><div><br></div><div>Then Don went out to do a few more errands (collecting some items for a gift basket for the gala, including local chocolate and jams -- can't believe they made it back to the house!), and I was left to tackle the laundry. The glamorous excitement never ends.</div><div><br></div><div>Fortunately, in all the time being vertical and with an ocean's worth of throat remedy tea, my throat was feeling much better. Sandra and Landon were, understandably, a little sick and tired of working on the gala, so we took them out to dinner. We piled into the van and headed out. As we were leaving their driveway, we saw two deer happily bouncing their way down the road. We kept watching until they disappeared into a neighbour's yard to chow down on the garden. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>[Ali, don't read any further, or you might be jealous!]</div><div><br></div><div>At Sandra and Landon's suggestion, we took them for their "thank you" dinner to Santiago's -- Ali's favourite restaurant, in case you were wondering. We ordered a pitcher of Sangria, and then perused the menu. Sadly, many of the dishes had mussels in them, to which I have a terrible sensitivity. (I used to think it was OK if I just picked them out, until a fateful performance of Sarah's Daughters in London, when Martha was knocking on the bathroom door 30 second before our call, wondering if I was going to make it -- I did, but it was one of the scariest 90 minutes of my stage career!) The waiter assured us, though, that they could cook the paella without the mussels, and just have some mussels on the side for those who wanted it. Yay!</div><div><br></div><div>We ordered the aforementioned Paella, plus Argentinian Prawns (garlicky goodness!) for our main course. Sides were a large serving of their famous spaghetti squash, plus a small order of papas (little red potatoes in more garlicky goodness). The waiter looked at us and said "that's a lot of food!" Filthy unbeliever...</div><div><br></div><div>When the paella arrived, they had indeed cooked the mussels separately -- a LOT of mussels, probably an entire separate order's worth, in more garlicky goodness (I'm told -- didn't risk it!). This, of course, was when we figured out that Sandra was the only one in the group who actually ate mussels. A happy girl, that Sandra. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We started with the papas and spaghetti squash (Ali has always hated squash, until she had this stuff -- Don's not a big squash person either, but he loved it too!). Then Sandra dove in to the mussels in garlicky goodness, and I attacked the Argentinian prawns (which I shared, of course, although I think they let me have most of them). And we all joined in on the paella, tossing the chicken and chorizo at the boys and the olives at the girls.</div><div><br></div><div>And yes, Mister Waiter, Sir -- we ate the whole darned thing!</div><div><br></div><div>The waiter tried to tempt us with dessert, but it all looked to big and heavy -- kind of like we were feeling. So instead, we grabbed Sandra's scooter and went for a stroll along the waterfront. Well, we were in luck, because there was a wooden boat festival happening down at the docks, and the public was allowed to wander up and down and look at the boats. Tarah and Daniel (my sister and her hubby) would have been very jealous. :-) There were also buskers, artisans, a band up the way... quite the happening waterfront this Labour Day weekend! It's lit up so beautifully, too -- the legislative buildings look like Christmas, with their LED lights, plus a couple of hotels doing the same. And it was such a warm, clear night. Just beautiful!</div><div><br></div><div>It was getting a little chilly, so we headed back to the car and home to bundle up. Landon -- naughty, naughty Landon -- asked if we'd like some 12-year-old Glenfiddich. Have I mentioned how much we love Landon? :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We all sat on the porch, under the stars, sipping our wee drams (it's medicinal, damnit!) and gazing at the full sky of stars.</div><div><br></div><div>A good night, indeed!</div><div><br></div><div>Musically,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630202011-09-03T20:50:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:19-05:00Duncan, dancers and more dogsAnother sleep in -- we could get used to this! My theory is that Don waited until well after he heard the blender, so as to avoid the kale smoothie... But we both enjoyed the blackberry jam!<br><div><br></div><div>Another (short) morning of pyjama-clad work, some properly-clothed errands, and then a light lunch with Sandra and Landon. As it was the Friday of the long weekend, we decided to leave town VERY early, just in case, to head up the island to our gig in Duncan.</div><div><br></div><div>Long weekend rush hour in Victoria is so very different from long weekend rush hour back home. Like we needed another item for the "pro" column of moving here...</div><div><br></div><div>As the extra two hours we'd left, just in case, were not needed, we were able to stop at the scenic lookouts on the Malahat. Should you be wondering, they're called scenic lookouts for a very good reason. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We somehow missed the first one (there are apparently three), but found the second one quite easily, right at the top of the mountain. Stunning, looking down the mountain at a beautiful inlet. Many photos.</div><div><br></div><div>And then the third lookout. Wow! Here, we weren't just looking down the mountain, we were looking across the inlet across the North Saanich / Sidney peninsula and over into the Strait, complete with ferry. Tons of sailboats, lots of hills and other mountains and water water water. Gorgeous!</div><div><br></div><div>Even with all the stops at beautiful vistas and visit to the Mill Bay liquor store, we still got to Duncan an hour early. So we went to grab a light dinner at Just Jake's -- a nice little restaurant serving micro-brewery beers, which we had to forsake as it was a performance night. :-( Don had chicken wings, I had (half of) a Sicilian pizza -- the rest was taken home for snacking.</div><div><br></div><div>We got to the <a href="http://www.duncangarageshowroom.ca/">Duncan Garage Showroom</a> and unloaded our gear. A big hug from Georgia welcomed us back. Longevity John got us all set up and sound-checked, and we enjoyed many sighs and smiles and quotable quotes from John and Georgia. All sounding good, we were able to relax and chat and catch up a bit.</div><div><br></div><div>Now, the last time we were here, it was SuperBowl Sunday, AND there was a dance going on next door -- so we were a wee bit worried about attendance on the Friday of a long weekend! So when the first couple came in 20 minutes ahead of time (and they weren't friends of ours), we practically kissed them. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We were pleasantly surprised when our friend Harry came through the doors -- we met at the Victor Wooten workshop in February, and he had recently moved to the Duncan area with his family, in time for his daughter to start up at her new school next week. We were able to spend some time before the show catching up, which was lovely.</div><div><br></div><div>And then our friend Ruth came in with her daughter, Aidan -- who is learning cello and guitar. I knew Ruth back in both of our Toronto days, when I was heavily involved with the Anglican Church. Yes, really. Pick yourself up off the floor. Please. This is how I know the right bible verses to quote to religious-right bigots when necessary. (A quick aside: we did a workshop with Cheryl Wheeler this summer -- exciting enough in itself, but... as she was introducing one of her songs, she said "I went to church long enough to learn all about what Jesus said about loving your neighbour. I guess I didn't go long enough to learn the bit about hating everyone who was different." Love it!) Ruth had brought Aidan's grandparents as well, so we had a truly multi-generational event.</div><div><br></div><div>More people we've never met filled out the audience, which is always a good, surprising, and relieving experience, plus the arts reporter from the Cowichan News Leader, who took a number of pictures and wrote a lot of notes -- will let you know if there's a review later on!</div><div><br></div><div>We enjoyed the first set, but both commented later how it's difficult to switch from house concert mode to full on-stage mode -- a different feel, a different set of skills. Once our brains made the switch, all was well, but it's kind of like switching between my cellos: I really have to remind myself which one I'm doing, what will or won't work on each.</div><div><br></div><div>The break again had us chatting with friends new and old, and then we were on for the second set -- Aidan, who had been swimming TWICE that day, may have lost consciousness on the couch a couple of times, but was a real trooper! Encore was requested -- actually, John was kind of like our friend Sam in Winnipeg, who wanted several encores, but we settled for one. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Unfortunately, we just found out that the video feed didn't take, so you're just going to have to take our word for the fact that I got ALL THE WAY THROUGH our new arrangement of "Real Big Man" without faltering or cursing (those who were at the first three concerts of this tour will understand what I mean).</div><div><br></div><div>We had a chance after the show to chat with new friend Roger and his sister -- very supportive no-longer-strangers who we very much enjoyed meeting. Then it was time to pack up and take care of all the administrative stuff.</div><div><br></div><div>As we were loading up the car, another group was loading gear in to the healing studio (on the same floor of the Duncan Garage). Apparently there was going to be a goddess pole-dancing demonstration the following morning. I almost lost Don to Duncan dancers...</div><div><br></div><div>Georgia went into their home next door, John counted to five, and out came one... two... three... NINE wiggly dogs, all excited to be outside and with their humans. Not that they were particularly loyal to their humans, they accepted attention from pretty much anyone. :-) After some more visiting and good-byes, Georgia rounded them up on the patio, so we didn't have to worry about pooch pancakes as we drove out of the lot, and we headed back down the highway to Victoria.</div><div><br></div><div>Sandra and Landon were still awake when we got in -- though not for long! We shared a glass (or two) of wine, and then headed to bed ourselves -- myself with a dreaded tickle in the back of my throat. Uh-oh...</div><div><br></div><div>Musically,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630212011-09-02T19:00:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:19-05:00No gigs, no driving, no worriesEven Don slept in on Thursday -- bliss! Sandra and Landon were both home -- and already working hard on their conference -- but took a break on the patio to share their breakfast with us. Kale Smoothies. Yes, really, even Don. By some trick of nature, Sandra and I got the larger glasses, Don and Landon got the smaller ones. Even the smaller glass was apparently a bit too filling for Don. :-) He wasn't too full for Landon's blackberry jam, though!<div><br></div><div>We spent the rest of the (very short) morning catching up on e-mails, doing PR (me) downloading ProTools things (Don), and all the various things we need wireless to do properly. Then I finally got out of my pyjamas. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>It was really quite chilly, so we opted for first-day-of-September comfort food: tomato soup and grilled cheese. Yes, even in Victoria, they get fall.</div><div><br></div><div>Sandra and Landon went back to their toil, and we headed out back to harvest some of their blackberries -- a dangerous quest indeed. We couldn't tell by the end of it what was berry juice and what was blood -- those plants don't give up their fruit without a fight! Don used the ladder to get the really high stuff, and I stayed below to grab whatever my monkey-arms could reach. It's probably a good thing we were wearing our fall jackets, because bare-armed would have been very painful, indeed. Even so, we each had to extricate ourselves a few times from the long branches.</div><div><br></div><div>We picked about seven baskets full of berries (not sure how many we ate along the way...). A big bowl went into the fridge (much of which later went into our mouths too!), and a couple of trays into the freezer, for future jam.</div><div><br></div><div>Don and Landon spent some time trying to fix a few broken things out in the garage, including the much-needed kettle. Jenny serenaded us with the sweet sounds of the shredder, Sandra went back to the phones, and I did more computer crapola. Definitely a "git'er done" afternoon for all of us.</div><div><br></div><div>And then... dinner! We should seriously go on tour more often, we eat so well (of course, the treadmill is sitting at home all lonely and forlorn...). Barbecued maple-pepper salmon, corn on the cob and mashed turnips. Accompanied by a nice Californian Syrah we had brought them as a host gift (geez, does it count as a host gift if you drink part of it?).</div><div><br></div><div>The piece-de-resistance, however, was dessert -- Landon had made a blackberry crumble! Now, Don doesn't usually like crumble, so I was expecting to have to eat some of his (which I'd never have been able to do, considering the size of helping I was given!) But he not only devoured his own, he finished mine for me as well! Landon has found the way into Don's crumble-hating heart. :-) It was a damned good crumble...</div><div><br></div><div>More work for all of us, a brief visit in the living room, and then both Don and Landon looked as if they were going to melt into the sofa, so we said our good-nights.</div><div><br></div><div>It was a terrific first day off -- even with all that work, we were at least not performing or driving. And other than the berry-picking, I could have probably stayed in my jammies all day. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Not even remotely musically,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630222011-09-02T00:51:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:20-05:00From Heaven to Merlin's GateOK, I'll put you out of your misery -- the sourdough starter was for homemade waffles for breakfast! Oh, we are so spoiled rotten...<br><div><br></div><div>We had been warned the rooster would wake us up early, but... guess what? No rooster calls. He must have had way too late a party the night before, because we didn't hear him until well after we'd finished breakfast.</div><div><br></div><div>So we all woke up naturally to a beautiful morning. Trev started making the batter and grilling the waffles, Dinah picked a bowlful of blackberries and set out a host of syrups and homemade jams, and I sliced up the biggest peach I've ever seen. Breakfast was, needless to say, magnificent. As was the conversation. We didn't really want to leave, but started packing up our stuff so we could make the 12:35 ferry and meander down to Victoria to get ready for the next gig.</div><div><br></div><div>Dinah headed out into the garden again, and brought back a handful of lemon cucumbers. We dove into one -- they don't actually taste lemony, they just look like lemons -- which was so deliciously juicy. Ah... if only I didn't kill plants! She sent us off with a few to take to our next hosts.</div><div><br></div><div>Big hugs and good-byes and promises to raise a pint together when we're back on the island next week.</div><div><br></div><div>It was a good thing we left when we did, because the lineup was already pretty long for the next ferry -- still almost an hour away. We started to wonder whether island life was really for us. This was confirmed when we got onto the ferry and they told us we wouldn't depart for a while, because the other ferry was running late. Don got out of the car on deck and chatted with an Austrian-Edmontonian couple in front of us, who had been on Gabriola to check out the new house they were having built. The ferry finally got moving, but we were delayed again before docking, because the other ferry wasn't out of the way yet. OK, thank you life, for convincing us to not spend our hard-earned money on Gabriola property. I left Cannington because I found it too isolating -- but at least I could get out of town whenever I chose.</div><div><br></div><div>We worked our way down the highway, and stopped for a light lunch in Duncan at you-know-where. Then we headed down into Victoria to "check in" at Sandra and Landon's.</div><div><br></div><div>Amber, the big Golden Retriever, was of course the first to notice our arrival, and greet us as only a big friendly Golden can do. Sandra came out close behind, and after all the hugging, introduced us to Jenny (who's helping out with planning next Saturday's <a href="http://newdiscoveriesnewbeginnings.eventbrite.com/">CCVSI Gala</a>) and sat us down for tea. In not much time at all, Landon also came in the door, and we all had a nice big visit and wee snack, before they had to get back to work on Gala details and we had to shower (you're welcome, Victoria!) for our concert.</div><div><br></div><div>The concert was only about 10 minutes away, which was great, because with all our chit-chatting, we were running late (so what else is new?). But we found the address quite easily, in the middle of a lovely residential neighbourhood. We knocked on the door and met Tim Gosley, the owner, who ushered us in and...</div><div><br></div><div>Oh my goodness gracious glory.</div><div><br></div><div>When Tim called it a home theatre, he was not kidding!!!</div><div><br></div><div>Three tiers of red-velvet-cushioned theatre seats, leading down to the stage, complete with wings and dressing room behind. Art and posters lined the walls, there was a lighting system... everything. A glorious room that can apparently hold up to 50 people, if everyone has bathed and likes each other.</div><div><br></div><div>Tim, who is a puppeteer, and his wife Petra, an actor, bought the house the year before from "an eccentric old woman" who had built the home theatre for her poetry readings and storytelling sessions. Considering their professions, it was just perfect for them -- although they lamented they had spent most of the time presenting other people, and were not going to do their own performance there until the fall.</div><div><br></div><div>James came in to help at the door -- he was going to be performing there the following week, AND he had just shot a music video there earlier in the day. So this theatre is certainly being put to many uses!</div><div><br></div><div>Tim had been rather concerned two days before, as only five tickets had sold. But it seems that Victoria is just as last-minute as Orillia (will you audience members PLEASE stop giving we presenters ulcers like this?!?), because we had a nice, comfortably full house by the time 8:00 came around.</div><div><br></div><div>Tim gave the introductions, and we were on! Sound-wise, it was a great place to play as well. I think this place is going to do well -- we're now dreaming up artists to send their way. :-) We managed to get through all the previous night's rough passages unscathed -- and let the audience in on the joke.</div><div><br></div><div>Intermission was held upstairs in Tim and Petra's living room, where they had a delicious spread of cheeses and dips and all sorts of lovely things we couldn't eat before singing -- drat. We each got to chat with some of the audience members -- many of whom are from away, and many of whom tried to convince us to move to Victoria, instead of Gabriola. They're ganging up on us. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>The second set went by far too fast. Apparently the audience thought so too, because they asked for an encore, which we were happy to give. Our friend Juilana (who hosted us at <a href="http://pondsidemusic.com/">Pondside</a> the last time we were here) was there, and promised to bring her husband to our Nanaimo show when he was back from the states. John Taylor, who had introduced us (via e-mail) to Tim and the Theatre hadn't been able to make it, due to a rehearsal of his own, but his wife did come and introduced herself -- we sent her back with a huge thank-you!</div><div><br></div><div>We headed upstairs with our hosts to eat some leftovers and chit-chat. Turns out they used to know our friend David Francey from back in Quebec, as well as Fransi Andersson (which I knew already), our puppeteer friend from ArtsU. It's a small world. Petra brought their dog back from the neighbours -- a big cutie, a lab-golden-somethingelse cross -- and we chatted a little longer, until eyes began to droop, and we packed up and headed back to Sandra and Landon's. (Sandra had had a meeting that night, but Landon had been at the show.)</div><div><br></div><div>More chatting and visiting and dog-patting, and then -- time for a nap!</div><div><br></div><div>More tomorrow, about today</div><div><br></div><div>Musically (and sometimes I really am!),</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630232011-08-31T18:34:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:20-05:00Glorious (except when we aren't) in GabriolaTuesday morning, we opted for sleeping in over the free breakfast. Much needed, and much appreciated! As was the shower -- probably more appreciated by the general public, but still very enjoyable.<br><div><br></div><div>We were down to the wire for the 11:00 check-out, but squeaked by. :-) I made a point of mentioning to the woman at the front desk how much we appreciated our room having REAL glasses and REAL coffee mugs, instead of the plastic cups individually wrapped in plastic and covered with plastic for good luck, which we had seen in every motel up until then. Good thing we brought our sippy cups!</div><div><br></div><div>As previously mentioned, there was a Starbucks just around the corner, so we brought our laptops and camped out at one of the tables for a long, leisurely breakfast. I have received an e-mail from someone who shall remain nameless, but might have given birth to me several decades ago, chastising us for patronizing "the Yankee Imperialists" instead of frequenting the many Tim Horton's scattered across this country. Lest any of you be thinking such things under your breath, I must point out that Tim Horton's is now owned by the same folks as Wendy's in the United States, so are no longer a Canadian company, other than the name. Also, having done our due diligence and read up on various independent consumer reports, the environmental friendliness of Starbucks, while not perfect, is heads over tails superior to that of the chain named after the hockey player. The one named after a literary classic also has a far better record on using fair trade beans and ensuring that the coffee comes from plantations that treat their workers and their surroundings well.</div><div><br></div><div>That and their coffee just rocks. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>OK, lecture over.</div><div><br></div><div>Dinah, fortunately, had warned us that the ferry to Gabriola was not using the same dock we had used before. Apparently a very large truck had missed a turn and fallen off the gangplank a few weeks ago, doing a lot of damage in the process! (oops...) So we had to go south of town to the Duke Point terminal instead of the downtown one we were expecting. We had also been warned that there could often be a very long wait for the ferries in summer time, so we figured we'd line up for the 2:30 ferry early, and then if we weren't allowed on that one, we'd still be able to make the 3:45 and get to Dinah's in plenty of time.</div><div><br></div><div>Well, as it turns out, the drive to Duke Point was quicker than expected, AND the 1:15 ferry was running a bit late, so we made it on to an only half-full ferry, and got to the island well before 2:00. Knowing that Dinah and Trev were doing the panic-cleaning (as house concert hosts ourselves, we know the routine!), we didn't want to show up unannounced, so decided to toodle around the island.</div><div><br></div><div>We drove around the north end, where every second house seemed to be for sale. And beautiful. And on the water. Oh my... Saw a little information office, where we picked up a map, and casually asked if there were any real estate papers... you know, just in case we had friends... not for us... nope... nosiree. She laughed and said no, but there was a really big real estate office in the village that would have listings for the entire island. Oh, uh... ok... good to know... you know, in case we had friends... A bit more of a drive around and -- lo and behold -- we found ourselves in the village. How did that happen?</div><div><br></div><div>We casually looked at the listings on the outside window -- oh... my... god... -- and then the grinning receptionist asked us if we'd like to meet Emily. Drat, busted... So we chatted with Emily for a while, and she gave us a big folder of properties to look at, and told us to call or come in any time.</div><div><br></div><div>I haven't dared look just yet.</div><div><br></div><div>She also mentioned they only get snow about four hours a year (for me). And the ski hill is less than two hours away (for Don).</div><div><br></div><div>We still had some time to kill, so decided to head to the "Raspberry Jazz Cafe" for a cuppa. As we walked in the door, who do we see sitting at the table but Tim Harrison -- a recent "immigrant" to Gabriola, and was one of the first folkies I ever played with, back in the 90s when we were recording his album "Bridges", and touring around. (He also introduced me to my thank-dog-he's-ex-husband, but I forgave him for that long ago...) It was funny, because just a few minutes before that, we had been wondering what part of the island he lived on -- apparently, the part with the coffee shop. :-) As we sat and chatted and drank coffee, several other musical folks flitted in and out. Gabriola seems to be home to many musicians! Hmm... Tim even has a friend trying to sell a cello bow, so he said he'd send him my way when we're back next week, because how many people in the area need a new cello bow? (I probably don't, either, but it's worth a look!)</div><div><br></div><div>We figured the panic-cleaning was probably drawing to a close -- or at least enough that they wouldn't be embarrassed to have newcomers see the place -- and headed down to the south of the island (Degnen Bay) to meet our host, Dinah, her boyfriend Trev, a whole lot of chickens, and cat (who didn't show her face until everyone else had left after the concert). We knew which driveway was theirs, because of a colourfully-painted "House Concert Tonight" sign and balloons. Down a long windy driveway, past the chicken pen, past the house for the baby chicks, and up to the house, with the "musicians use back door" sign humorously displayed. The first door you open takes you into a stone-cobbled greenhouse, then another door takes you inside.</div><div><br></div><div>Walking inside I gasped, and exclaimed I could never get any work done if I lived there -- the view was just too breathtaking. A big picture window looking onto the deck which looks onto the rocks which look onto Degnen Bay. Wow. Dinah and Trev laughed and reminded us they were just panic-cleaning. :-) So I guess the awe doesn't wear off after living there a few years...</div><div><br></div><div>Dinah has made the place her own, with whimsical paintings on cupboard doors, etc., tons of instruments everywhere, of course, and Trev's hats. No, he doesn't have a hat fetish (or maybe he does, but just isn't saying), but he's a professional clown, "Clever Trever", and one of his specialties is juggling top hats. Dinah D. is a bass player, who does a lot of swingband music and solo crooning, but is also 1/2 the leadership of kids' band "The Kerplunks" -- the other half being Tina Jones, who we'd met at The Haven in February, and who hooked us up with Dinah in the first place.</div><div><br></div><div>We chatted a bit, were shown our room for the night, and got our gear set up in the living room. Then we headed off with Dinah to nearby Silva Bay for a bit of dinner, leaving Trev to finish baking cookies. It was a gorgeous day, so we opted to sit on the patio, overlooking the docks, with a beautiful flower garden. There was much delicious food to choose from, and all the seafood on the menu is certified ocean-friendly -- yippeee! Don had the ginger beef bowl -- which smelled incredible! -- Dinah had the chowder with yam fries, and I opted for a crab, shrimp and avocado salad with candied hazelnuts and all sorts of yummy goodness (no, I don't think that was the official menu description, but it should have been!).</div><div><br></div><div>Feeling gloriously satisfied -- but not too full to perform -- we headed back to the house, to have a wee visit with the chicks, and then to get ready for the crowd, who we were warned often showed up early. But they must have learned from previous attempts, because nobody showed up before the 7:30 "doors open" time, so we could warm up a bit. We were ever so happy to see Tina arrive, with her partner Penny, their niece (for whom they are now full-time guardians) and another young friend -- who shared the front couch with another adult friend and her son John. It was, indeed, a big, cosy couch!</div><div><br></div><div>There were about 30-35 people in the audience, plus us and our hosts. Pretty much everyone was new to us, of course, other than Tina and Penny Sidor, so the others must have just taken Tina at her word that we were worth seeing -- which is kind of funny, since she had never seen us perform as a duo, either!</div><div><br></div><div>Fortunately, those who were in attendance also had a sense of humour, as Don inserted some... er... interesting chords into our first number, "A Good Day", which we can usually play in our sleep. Aha, this is what happens when you spend four days driving and no days practising! Nevermind, we got back on track and they were very forgiving.</div><div><br></div><div>Seems pretty much everyone there was "from away", with many from Ontario. We mentioned having looked in the real estate office, and they all laughed and said that’s how it starts... the rest of the evening was spent trying to resist their encouragement to move here.</div><div><br></div><div>And, strangely enough, after playing all over Ontario and having nobody know where Cannington, the town I lived in for five years, is, there were AT LEAST four people on Gabriola Island who knew the town well. Yes, folks, I had to drive seven days to find people who know where Cannington is.</div><div><br></div><div>We got mid-way through the second set when I dragged out Scarlett (my accordion, for the uninitiated) for "My Love Shall Be Revealed". All was going beautifully... until the instrumental break. I have never played so many so very bad notes... and chords... It descended into a rocking zydeco-fusion solo that shall never be repeated. The pause before the fourth verse was much longer than usual, as I tried to stop laughing so hard I couldn't sing... ahem, composure, yes, there we go. Of course, just as I was finishing the never-to-be-repeated accordion solo, in walks Tim -- I couldn’t see the expression on his face, but he didn’t run away screaming, so all was well. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We survived the rest of the first set relatively unscathed, then it was time for the break -- chai tea and shortbread cookies, mm-mmm! Had a nice visit with old friends and new, and then it was time for the second set -- which we managed to not completely massacre. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>After everyone had gone home and Merlin had finally made her appearance, the four of us sat at the kitchen table to share a nice bottle of wine and some more chatting, and Trev prepared the sourdough for the morning.</div><div><br></div><div>We shall leave you hanging with that tempting mystery and tell you all about today later!</div><div><br></div><div>Musically -- except when I'm not...</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630242011-08-30T16:32:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:20-05:00Last day of the long drive - oh, the glamour!Happy anniversary -- we survived a full week on the road. More or less. Right, sweetie? Sweetie...? Hmm, I think he ran screaming from the building...<br><div><br></div><div>Ah, nevermind, he'll come back. I'm in Starbucks, after all. :-)<br><br>Monday was another big day of driving, though much less than the previous days. We had a quick breakfast (hey Mom, notice all the breakfast I keep having?) in the hotel lobby at Salmon Arm, then hit the road. The love of my life had scoped out that the next Starbucks was in Kamloops, so guess where our first pit stop was...?<br><br>Of course, the road from Salmon Arm to Kamloops was beautiful -- mountains, lakes, mountains, lakes, yadda yadda yadda. I wonder how long you'd have to be here before you stopped gawking out the window twenty-four hours a day? In Kamloops, we were served by the cheeriest barista on the planet -- she had everyone laughing and kibitzing. A quick snack, a ginormous (uh, I believe the proper name is Venti) coffee, a trip to the potty (you want details of the road, I'm giving you details of the road), and we were off again.<br><br>Two hours of Vancouver, we were reminded of the joys of the big city -- congested traffic. At 2:00 pm? Yup. This is why we don't live in Toronto any more. But at least the highways around Vancouver have mountains. :-)<br><br>We made it to the Horseshoe Bay Ferry Terminal just after the cut-off, so had a bit of a wait for the next one. That was when we realized that wasps are carnivorous -- and perhaps cannibalistic -- as they were happily chomping away at all the carnage on our front bumper. Nature's car-wash.<br><br>Being among the first in line, we easily made it on to the 5:20 boat, parked the car and headed up to the cafe for a (very) late lunch. The announcer at the terminal had said it was a packed boat, yet we were able to get a table at the very front, so we could look out at the waves and islands. It was a pretty smooth journey -- especially considering the storms we'd encountered the last time we went across!<br><br>We got into Nanaimo, and then started looking for a Mark's Work Wearhouse, as Don, ever the master of advanced planning, had just realized he'd run out of underwear. Dog bless the internet stick, we were able to find one just up the highway. And right next to it was the beloved Starbucks, some restaurants and a Best Western. It was fate.<br><br>We definitely have to give the “thumbs up” to the Nanaimo Best Western. The room was great, the staff very friendly and helpful. Cheapskates that we are, we had opted for the "basic" room, yet it had a nice little patio, refrigerator and microwave, which would be great if we were staying longer. And right across from our room -- LAUNDRY!!! Here you go, the romance of life on the road: laundry rooms make us happy. We collected our quarters, sorted and stuffed, and did a little happy dance as the machines started whirring. Mick Jagger doesn't know what he's missing.<br><br>Of course, in our excitement over being able to do laundry, we had sort of forgotten about it being kind of late on a Monday night to find dinner. Never mind, there was a pub attached to the hotel whose kitchen was open until 10:30. We transferred the loads into the dryer and headed around the corner to the pub, checking in on the dryer from time to time, as there was a mother with several loads also waiting for the machine. The pub was about the same size as the night before, albeit with only six televisions, one keno board and one online poker screen, and the food and waiter's memory were certainly a cut above. And she understood the difference between a bottle and on tap. I don't think we've ever enjoyed a cold honey brown (or two) as much as we did last night!<br><br>Laundry done, dinner eaten, we returned some e-mails, paid some bills (that would be the Royal We) and did some PR (ditto), while we still had use of the internet -- we're told that it will be hard to get reception on Gabriola.<br><br>And a nice, long sleep was had by all!<br><br>Tuesday will be "blogged" when we're back in the land of reception. We're just about to head onto the ferry.<br><br>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630252011-08-29T16:45:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:20-05:00Into the RockiesA quick breakfast in the motel lobby, and we were off again, with the goal of making it to the Rockies -- Salmon Arm, BC, to be exact. (Spoiler alert!: we did make it, safe and sound.) Don, of course, had scoped out the closest Starbucks, which was just a couple of blocks away. So armed with Venti bolds, and perhaps a couple of oat bars in case of emergency, we hit the TransCanada.<br><div><br></div><div>As we made our way from Medicine Hat ("The Gas City", in case I need to remind you...) to Calgary, I realized that the mistaken impression I'd had about the Saskatchewan landscape actually applied to eastern Alberta. Not that it was desolate and boring, mind you, it was still quite beautiful, but there were much more of the flat-plain-and-acres-and-acres-of-grainfields surroundings. Dotted, of course, with those big wells that always reminded me of the bobbing birds we used to love at the science shop when we were kids -- or maybe drinking horses.</div><div><br></div><div>We were in the land of lots of internet reception, so I THOUGHT I'd get a bunch of PR work done in the morning. Fate laughed with a mighty hardee-har-har-har, though, as my laptop was crashing every three minutes -- more often if I held my mouth funny. This poor old clunker seems to be on its last legs... may we all have a moment of silence, as we picture it surviving the next five weeks without darkscreening or being flung off a mountain.</div><div><br></div><div>Ommmm...</div><div><br></div><div>I did a "verify disk" check, and all sorts of red letters scrolled their way across the screening -- basically saying, in layman's terms, that the hard drive was seriously messed up, and I'd better say some prayers or throw it off the closest cliff.</div><div><br></div><div>Ommmm...</div><div><br></div><div>I went for the prayer route, and shut 'er down.</div><div><br></div><div>But the cell phone was working, fortunately, and we did manage to snag a new gig on the 14th (or perhaps 15th) in Enderby. Yippee!</div><div><br></div><div>Back to the scenery.</div><div><br></div><div>As we neared Calgary, the road gradually got a bit hillier, and we realized that those low-lying clouds off in the distance were actually mountains.</div><div><br></div><div>Ah, mountains.</div><div><br></div><div>Yes, I realize that I was going on and on yesterday about how gorgeous the Prairies were. But mountains just tug at my soul. Mountains are the reason why, in our February BC tour, Don and I were THIS close to dumping everything and moving to Victoria. We may need an intervention this time. Or maybe Sandra should find us a real estate agent. Because when mountains meet water, we're kind of uncontrollable. It's like our Wonder Twin powers have gone completely over to the Wild Magic and there's nothing we can do except try and figure out how to move all our friends there with us. Whether they want to join us or not.</div><div><br></div><div>With the mountains still tantalizingly in the distance, we stopped in Calgary for a light lunch, and to find an electronics store -- we needed a FireWire cable to back up the essentials from my laptop on to Don's, just in case I could no longer resist the urge to throw it out the window. (Hey, I'm a fire sign, a Saggitarius with Saggitarius rising, a Temple Dog and a Queen of Wands -- I know the possibilities, and it's best to be prepared.)</div><div><br></div><div>Mission accomplished, I took over the driving, so Don could have a quick cat-nap before we got to the base of the Rockies. Of course, he spent most of the cat-nap just staring at the mountains, but he did get about 15 minutes of sleep in, before a ginormous pot-hole relieved me of the decision of whether to wake him up to enter the range, or let him get a bit more sleep.</div><div><br></div><div>We were, indeed, at the entrance to the Rockies. Don took a bunch of pictures for his brother (they lived in Calgary as little kids, and Bruce said he really misses the Rockies, and to say "hi" to them from him), but of course no photo could do them justice.</div><div><br></div><div>We drove most of the day with a travelling circus or fair or something -- lots of trucks with "Whack-a-Mole" and "Cotton Candy" signs, plus parts of amusement houses. Beautiful scenery, whack-a-mole, beautiful scenery, ferris wheel, beautiful scenery, clowns... I just love the way life juxtaposes things sometimes. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>We gawked our way through Canmore to Banff, and... oops, must have missed that turn at Albequerqe, found ourselves in the line-up to enter Banff National Park, for a slightly hefty fee (considering we didn't have time to stop). Sheepishly, we told the man at the gate that we must have been looking at mountains and not reading the signs, because we wanted to go through along the highway. He smiled and asked us where we were headed, we told him, and he waved us through. I wonder how many times that happens to them each day?</div><div><br></div><div>Banff National Park is a true national treasure -- and we didn't even need to get off the highway to see it. They've built a bunch of overpasses for the wildlife, matching the surrounding terrain, so they aren't afraid to walk over the highway -- in a way that won't endanger their lives. I wish we had these in Ontario!!! The construction crews were busy at work making a few new ones, I presume where they'd had accidents before. It was a gorgeous day, so there were tons of cyclists along the trails, as well as one crazy horseback rider who decided to gallop across the 4-lane highway just as we were passing -- thank you, sir, for the adrenaline rush.</div><div><br></div><div>Despite the warning signs along our route the rest of the day, we had no encounters with grizzlies, rams, deer, moose, elk, or even a squirrel. The front bumper, however, continues to exhibit signs of insect carnage.</div><div><br></div><div>We made it to Salmon Arm easily in time for normal people's dinner time -- could have kept driving, but... why bother? Found a motel with a ground floor room available (way too much gear to lug up stairs!), and a pub next door that gave motel guests a dinner discount. Yay us! The laptop was temporarily behaving properly, so I got a few things done that really had to get done, and then we headed next door for dinner.</div><div><br></div><div>The restaurant probably sat 30 people, and had 11 televisions, 1 Keno screen and an electronic poker game. But it wasn't as noisy as you might think, and the menu looked tasty, so what the heck. The waiter was very nice and friendly, but she apparently was never taught the difference between a pint of beer and a bottle. Nevermind, the bottles were already open, we took them. She had to clarify our orders three times (trust me, they weren't complicated), and left us with our bottled beer to wonder what adventure might be in store when she brought out the plates. She did quite well, although as she put Don's plate of Jambalaya down, she realized there was no chicken, so went out back to ask the chef to cook some -- which came out about two minutes later... kind of makes you wonder... We decided to order a beer that didn't come in bottled form, so settled on "The Backhand of God", a local brew, kind of like a nice coffee porter. Plus the name just makes you smile. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Then back to the room for some computer surgery. I transferred the crucial files onto Don's computer, then ran Disk Warrior on mine (Don was smart enough to bring the CD, just in case!). Success! It was able to repair the hard drive. Although I'm still getting pages and pages of permissions errors, even when I haven't done anything with it. But -- and I realize I'm saying this with my outside voice -- it hasn't frozen or crashed in over 12 hours, so we're making progress.</div><div><br></div><div>Completely exhausted, WE crashed into bed, and Don was snoring before he hit the pillow. That's OK, it helped to drown out the train that ran behind the hotel all night. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Slowly getting there,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630262011-08-28T21:49:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:20-05:00Driving Through the PrairiesAfter the obligatory Starbucks visit, we left the city of Winnipeg and headed out on the longest drive of this tour -- aiming for Medicine Hat, Alberta. After taking three days just to get the heck out of Ontario, driving in three provinces on the same day seemed a little bizarre -- yes, we're used to it in the Maritimes, of course, but still...<br><div><br></div><div>I have to say that anyone who has ever described driving through the Prairies as being an endless stretch of boredom SERIOUSLY NEEDS TO GET THEIR EYES CHECKED! Yes, the road is straight and level (which makes for a much more relaxed drive, when you aren't worried about moose bolting out from nowhere), but the landscape is freaking spectacular!!! Such a collage of colours and textures, with rugged beauty undulating as far as the eye can see.</div><div><br></div><div>The sides of the highway are littered with ponds where happy ducks shake their tailfeathers -- a gaggle of geese seemed to be working out the choreography to West Side Story in one of them. A herd of horsed frolicking in the field, then racing each other to the other side -- which was, indeed, a long way away, so they were able to get full steam going. Butterflies were everywhere -- including, sadly, directly in the path of the car. Yes, we swerved for butterflies, but weren't always successful.</div><div><br></div><div>And I don't understand how anyone in Saskatchewan could ever be even slightly grumpy, when the sides of the highway are inundated with such cheery flowers -- they looked just like miniature sunflowers, not the right shape for black-eyed susans, just "honey, I shrunk the sunflowers". I was grinning ear-to-ear the whole time.</div><div><br></div><div>All this beauty was soon contrasted with the soundtrack of Jack Layton's funeral on CBC One. Thank you, CBC, for broadcasting that -- although boo to your hosts who talked all the way through the final song with Julie Michaels. We were both sobbing and sniffling as we travelled the TransCanada -- passing and being passed by cars with equally teary passengers.</div><div><br></div><div>After the three-hour broadcast, and some time to dry our faces, we stopped for lunch in Regina at a family-style restaurant, where I discovered the perils of being a vegetarian in cattle country. Fortunately, one of their appetizers was a cheese quesadilla, which I was able to have with a salad, as soon as I was able to explain to the befuddled waiter that I didn't want the bacon bits. k.d., I feel your pain. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Don was ready for a reprieve, so I took over as the landscape got even more craggy and wondrous. And the sky -- oh my, the sky! We were driving through sunny patches, but there was a rainstorm off to the south, and to the north -- oh my, the sky!!! Black and nasty thunderstorm happening over there (yes, I had the radio on, to make sure there weren't any tornado warnings!). Lightning zapped all over the plains, and the cloud formations looked like something out of the DreamWorks studio. For much of it, there was a swirl of clouds that looked like a spiral galaxy, and then right in the middle, a big bulbous gray patch that looked like a spaceship was coming down to land. And meanwhile the lightning and strange peeks of sunlight. Remarkable -- I've never seen anything like it (Don was asleep the whole darned time, or I'd have gotten him to take a hundred pictures). Kind of like the Northern Lights, but on a really bad day. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>As the sun started working its way earthward, we came face to face with the insect carnage of the day. We are Bad Buddhists. Had to stop for gas and a windshield scrub / scrape. There are still remnants of one butterfly clinging as a reminder... :-(</div><div><br></div><div>The sun was still up as we pulled in to Medicine Hat -- "The Gas City". How could we make this up? Sadly, we weren't quick enough with the camera to catch the welcome sign, so you'll just have to take us at our word.</div><div><br></div><div>We checked into one of the hotels on the strip -- and quite a nice room it was. It looked, of course, like the hotel strip in any major city, with all the same restaurants. So after settling in, we walked across the road for dinner at Montana's, which was not quite the same without Tammy as our waiter -- in fact, as Don noted, all the waiters here were blond and ten years old. (Tammy is our favourite waiter at the Montana's in Orillia, and is neither blonde nor ten years old -- and she wouldn't mind us telling you so, either -- but a dark-haired and ebullient Newfie who always makes us laugh, and is a Temple Dog like myself, as we share a birth year, as well as many personality traits.) Not only did this Montana's not have Tammy, they didn't have our usual wine in stock, so we truly had to slum it. :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Back at the hotel, we switched on Don's laptop (mine is behaving badly -- will try to rectify that tonight) and watched the online feed of the funeral. I think we bawled even harder watching it than listening to it. Don't think it was just because we missed Tammy...</div><div><br></div><div>We'd promised ourselves an early night, but... it was 1:30 am, so we crawled into bed and slept hard in anticipation of crazy travel day #2.</div><div><br></div><div>Road Warrior-ly,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630272011-08-27T18:04:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:20-05:00In the Bhigg HouseFriday, we finally got a rehearsal in -- good thing, as that was the first concert date of our tour, and we hadn't had a chance to play together in over a week! We are nothing if not last-minute...<br><div><br></div><div>Sam and Susan got home from work just as we were packing up and leaving, so we were able to sneak in a bit more of a visit before we left their beautiful home and company. Of course, they were our guests at the house concert later, so it wasn't too teary, but... still too soon to leave. :-( </div><div><br></div><div>But leave we must, and we headed over to The Bhigg House, home of Dave Clement and several others! Dave and his wife Elizabeth have turned their home into a community abode, currently sharing the house with five others, as well as friends passing through and travelling musicians like ourselves. </div><div><br></div><div>We unloaded our carful of gear and set up our performance space, then sat down for dinner with Dave and house-mate Dar, with Don and Dave catching up (they met several years ago on one of Don's solo tours) and the rest of us getting to know each other. </div><div><br></div><div>Folks started arriving, so we got ready to play! Dave set up a recorder in the back of the room, and will be sending us the files via DropBox when he has the chance -- so we'll try to upload some of them onto our ReverbNation site (linked to our website) when we're in high-speed land. We played the first set, finishing with Don's classic, "Yum" -- perhaps not the best choice before the refreshment break, although it did leave us extra cake for after the show! :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Sam and Susan and Dave were the only people there we already knew, so we spent the break meeting and talking with new folks -- all tremendously supportive and enthusiastic, thanks so much, everyone! The second set went quickly, with encores demanded -- actually, Sam demanded several, but we left them wanting more with just one. :-) After the show, we learned that one of our new friends, Alan, has just started hosting house concerts himself, and invited us to come play for him the next time we're coming through. Such a great network of people in Winnipeg!</div><div><br></div><div>After the audience trickled out, a handful stayed behind in the living room for a song circle / jam session. I was, surprisingly, too tired to join in, but enjoyed listening from the couch! Dave's voice is so deep and rich, it's lovely to hear. Sam and Susan, of course, stayed and treated us to some of their numbers, plus two visitors, Anya and her Mom -- whose name I never did catch, but who was obviously a regular at these gatherings, with a love of singing. </div><div><br></div><div>Maybe it was the dark circles under my eyes or the vacant look on my face, but the party faded with one last sing-along from Dave. Great big good-night and good-bye hugs from Susan and Sam, plus a promise we'd visit again on our return home. We padded up to the top floor for yet another deep sleep.</div><div><br></div><div>I woke up at 6:30 this morning, thought "oh, come on!", and the next thing you know, Don was waking me, telling me it was after 9:00 and we'd better get going. </div><div><br></div><div>More from the road shortly!</div><div><br></div><div>Musically, </div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630282011-08-27T13:33:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:20-05:00Ready for our close-up...Well, rehearsal didn't happen -- Don had his beauty nap, and I worked on the dreaded PR mountain for most of the afternoon. Then Sam got home from work much earlier than expected, AND we got a phone call that a studio was available from 4-8, so we gulped down a wee snack, primping ensued (Don and I), and Sam gathered his gear.<div><br></div><div>The studio was on the third floor of an old warehouse in the Market district, complete with a crumbling plaster wall that made Sam jump up and down excitedly. Photographers are weird... :-) The late afternoon sun coming through the corner window sent him into near hysteria! The lights there were less than optimal, but -- kind of like my poor ol' laptop -- if you gave them a bit of a rest from time to time, they'd get back at it. </div><div><br></div><div>We'd come equipped with several wardrobe changes and a bottle of wine -- we'd told Sam how uncomfortable we were getting our photos taken, so he was determined to relax us (and he assured us the red noses could be airbrushed out later!) </div><div><br></div><div>We mentioned sam was an amazing photographer, right? Well, we'll show you some samples soon, but... suffice it to say that he was actually able to get several pictures of Don not only smiling, but relaxed and smiling. And that was even BEFORE we cracked open the wine bottle. The man's a genius. :-) </div><div><br></div><div>We took advantage of the natural light and the crumbly wall for the first hour or so, and got a number of nice ones hanging out on an old white sofa. Sam was excited about the lines and light and shape. We were excited that we didn't look like ugly morons. Different strokes... We took a wine break to peruse the first half of the photos, and try to mop up some sweat -- third floor of an old building, hot day, and all that sitting around and looking good takes a lot of energy, damnit! We then moved to another corner of the room with a plain background and did another set -- we haven't had a chance to look at the second half, but Sam kept yelling nice things, so we're guessing there's a few good ones there too. Either that or the wine got to him... </div><div><br></div><div>Four hours went pretty quickly -- we were surprised! Back to the house for some snacks and chats, and then we all trickled off to bed.</div><div><br></div><div>We promise to post samples once Sam's had a chance to upload them -- please don't expect us to ever look this good in real life! </div><div><br></div><div>Musically -- and occasionally photogenically,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630292011-08-25T14:24:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:20-05:00Catching up - days 3 and a bit of 4Sorry, folks -- only day three and I'm already falling behind! Oh well, it is me, right?<br><div><br></div><div>Now, where was I? Ah yes, just west of Red Rock, slightly annoyed with Rogers and driving through lots of New. </div><div><br></div><div>Well, I didn't think you could get much prettier than what we'd seen east of Red Rock, but I was, apparently, as woefully mistaken as the Rogers coverage map. Yes, as our friend <a href="http://wendellferguson.com/">Wendell Ferguson</a> sings, it's a lot of "rocks and trees, trees and rocks", but... they're really pretty rocks and trees and trees and rocks and sparkling lakes. </div><div><br></div><div>And a whole lot of construction. Our Ontario tax dollars at work. </div><div><br></div><div>So we arrived in Thunder Bay a little later than anticipated, but found our friend <a href="http://www.johnstadtlander.com/">John Stadtlander</a>'s house just fine, complete with John sitting on the front porch, in case we got lost! We first met John when the <a href="http://heatherdale.com/">Heather Dale Band</a> did a house concert at our place, and he was drumming for them. He also played with them on our November double-bill "Tourette", where we'd had a chance to get to know him a little better -- he's also helped set up one of the house concerts on our tour (Lloydminster, AB, September 24). </div><div><br></div><div>This was shaping up to be the tour of the big, golden dog, as John's big retriever bounded out to give us the customary "goose" greeting. Inside, John's wife, Sharon -- who we hadn't met before -- gave us a less PG-13 but equally enthusiastic welcome. They are a super-sweet and generous couple (kinda makes you wonder how they survive <a href="http://www.bendeschamps.com/">Ben</a> -- just kidding!) </div><div><br></div><div>After a bit of settling in and chatting away, we sat down on the patio for a feast that makes me wonder how on earth I could ever claim to be a "starving artist" again. Stuffed to the gills, and rather wine-satiated, we were then forced to heat homemade apple crumble and ice cream -- we suffer greatly! The bugs were coming out, so Sharon filled up the citronella torches (and a bit of the lawn -- oops, good thing we had a wine-soaked retired firefighter in the group!) and we chatted away and attempted to digest -- although, geeks that we are, the laptops had to make an appearance while we were in a house with wireless! </div><div><br></div><div>Once we discovered that no, the world had not exploded in our day without internet access (oh, the humility!), we settled down in the living room for a bit more chatting and a nightcap to aid with digestion. :-) John and Don decided they would get up at 5:00 the next day and head out for coffee while letting Sharon and I sleep in a bit. </div><div><br></div><div>Yeah, I didn't believe them, either. </div><div><br></div><div>After a gloriously sound sleep (how is it we sleep better on the road than anywhere else?), there was a mildly concerned tap on the bedroom door, telling us it was already 8:10. Perhaps that nightcap had been a bit over the top, as even John the uber-morning-person had just woken up! We were still in good time, though, so had a bit of breakfast, bid our good-byes, packed up the car and headed out. </div><div><br></div><div>First stop was just a block or so away, to buy the all-important deodorant (Don forgot) and day's supply of wine gums (a necessity for driving). Much to Don's delight, the Safeway also had a Starbucks kiosk (last one 'til Dryden), so we also stocked up on Venti bolds (maybe we should have stuck to the grande, but whattheheck). </div><div><br></div><div>Much to our delight, we were able to keep <a href="http://cbc.ca/">CBC</a> reception the whole trip -- apparently they have something to teach our beloved cell phone company. (OK, that's it, I promise.) The northern Ontario feed has some great shows -- always fun to hear a different perspective. Of course, we were also hearing of all the crazy weather back in the southeast -- hope everyone is OK, and the weather has calmed down! </div><div><br></div><div>We stopped in Dryden for a late lunch and to send some stuff out at the Post Office. Lots of very friendly people in that town! Then back on the road and towards Manitoba. </div><div><br></div><div>I will confess, I had a very mistaken view of Manitoba. I had somehow assumed that the eastern part of the province would be pretty much like Ontario, landscape-wise, and then gradually work its way into the Prairie image one has of Saskatchewan (of course, I may soon be proven wrong about that assumption, too!). But almost as soon as you cross the Ontario-Manitoba border, the landscape becomes very, very flat. Still lots of trees (without the rocks), but not even a little hill, at least along the highway. So yes, I learned something new yesterday. Yay me. Still lots of sparkly lakes, but the land seems... softer, in a way, without all those jagged rocks surrounding the roads. Added bonus, not too many places to hide a speed trap -- er, not that we'd ever drive faster than the posted speed limit, of course. </div><div><br></div><div>Construction had slowed us down a bit on this leg of the journey as well -- which was probably a good thing, as we made it into Winnipeg after the worst of the rush hour. Mapquest had given us a rather convoluted route to <a href="http://sambaardman.com/">Sam Baardman</a> & <a href="http://artscouncil.mb.ca/about/staff/susan-israel/">Susan Israel</a>'s house, but we would have been OK with it, had Winnipeg drivers been closer to Orillians than Torontonians. At the last zig-zag turn, not a soul would let me in (even with my Torontonian upbringing), so we were forced to continue down that road and find a place to turn. which would have also been alright, but for the construction which prevented us from turning anywhere. However, we got a lovely tour of downtown Winnipeg, including an up-close-and-personal view of the Opera House, whose driveway we used to finally turn ourselves around and get back to Sam and Susan's. We only bickered a bit. Right, sweetie? Pookey? </div><div><br></div><div>Sam and Susan have a beautiful house, with a yard that backs onto the river. Paradise! Don announced within the first five minutes that he was moving in. Didn't mention me... could it have been the bickering? :-) </div><div><br></div><div>Once again, we were forced to eat an inordinate amount of terrible food, and put some winemakers' kids through college. Barbecued chicken, salmon, grilled veggies, potatoes, salad, fresh, juicy watermelon... we tried to be polite. ;-) </div><div><br></div><div>After dinner, we sat back to discuss ideas for today's photo session -- you see, as well as being a musician, Sam is an incredible photographer. Damned over-achiever. And he's going to take some promo photos for us -- we're quite excited, despite hating to get our picture taken. </div><div><br></div><div>It's very nice to not be in a car today. Don's out getting his nails done (yes, the boys were talking manicure last night, while Susan, a fiddle player, and I rolled our eyes), I'm typing away, and when he gets back, we'll actually put a rehearsal in, before Sam comes home from work and we have to try and look presentable. Of course, there's always PhotoShop! :-) </div><div><br></div><div>Alright, folks, my work is cut out for me now -- better go! </div><div><br></div><div>Musically, </div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630302011-08-23T17:42:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:20-05:00B.S., Bellevue and Belles VuesTyping this on Highway 17 as Don drives. Will probably have to upload it at a later time, since -- wonder of wonders -- we aren't getting any signal.<br><div><br></div><div>Dare I tell you about my fun experience with Rogers this week? (This would be the B.S. portion of the post.)</div><div><br></div><div>It started when we returned from <a href="http://livefromtherock.com/">Red Rock</a>. I sent a request to Customer Service, saying I hadn't been able to get any signal for the cell phone or internet stick all that week, despite the Rogers map clearly showing that there was signal to be had. I had heard rumour of updated codes to download and/or buying a new SIM card that would recognize the recently-installed towers, but needed to know how to go about it, before returning to the area this month. I was, of course, told there was probably something wrong with my phone, or I was just stupid and didn't know how to use it properly (not their exact words, of course, just the general gist of the tone). I then informed him that we had been travelling with quite a large group of musicians, and that NONE of the Rogers customers had been able to get service (unlike those with other cell providers). I was then told that the only way to diagnose the problem was for me to call them from the problem phone in the problem area. Um... you folks are with me, right? HOW CAN I PHONE FROM AN AREA WHERE I'M GETTING NO PHONE SERVICE?!?!</div><div><br></div><div>Long story short, four e-mail responses later and Customer Service (term used loosely) was still trying to convince me that the area was full of service, I should contact them again when I was actually having problems, and by the way, there were a few areas to the north of my route that didn't claim to have service. </div><div><br></div><div>I tried to be nice. Believe me, I tried really hard to be nice. But... yes, folks, I was forced to go Air Canada on their arses. </div><div><br></div><div>The last e-mail I got before we left internet signal land was that perhaps they had been undergoing maintenance on the day (day??? WEEK!) I couldn't get service, but was assured that all the areas depicted on the Rogers coverage map were, indeed, areas that got coverage, and no, they would never tell a lie. I must just be stupid... and perhaps have some anger-management issues. :-) </div><div><br></div><div>I'LL GIVE YOU ANGER MANAGEMENT ISSUES!!!...</div><div><br></div><div>But I'm skipping ahead. Back to Monday evening. </div><div><br></div><div>After a nice dinner at Casey's in Sault Ste. Marie, we headed up the road to Goulais River. I had just finished calling back the folks at <a href="http://haven.ca/">The Haven</a> (where the "Spirit in the Song" workshop will be taking place in the first week of September), when we lost signal. Oops... did I mention the Rogers Customer Service guy promised signal and insisted I didn't know how to use a cell phone? </div><div><br></div><div>Let it go, Lyssy...</div><div><br></div><div>Driving into <a href="http://bellevuevalleylodge.ca/">Bellevue Valley Lodge</a>, we first saw their big, beautiful garden (with sunflowers, my favourite!) and were greeted by two big, beautiful, golden dogs, who obviously hadn't seen human company in at least thirty seconds. Oh, how I love dog welcomes! Their humans, Robin and Enn, came out to great us as well, though with perhaps a little less drool involved. They led us back to show us our "room" -- what a room! It's too bad we only had about 12 hours to enjoy it, but we'll definitely have to come back when we have a bit more time. We were on the second floor of the cabin (built by Robin and Enn, using mostly wood from their property, including a big tree that fell several years ago and inspired the new build), which was in fact a two-bedroom apartment, complete with kitchen. The main floor is also used for guests, but with the furniture cleared out is their house concert venue and occasional recording studio. Don, of course, was jealous as heck. </div><div><br></div><div>We headed back to the main house for tea and a visit, complete with the dogs and a very friendly cat. Then we all headed out with the flashlights to give the dogs a last walk down the road, and give ourselves a bit of a stretch, too. The hills around there are lovely -- probably even better by daylight. The lodge is apparently busiest in winter, as they've got lots of ski trails connected to the property. It was nice and chilly, the perfect August night, and we headed back to the cabin to check on e-mail (Bellevue has wireless, yay!), read a couple of chapters, then collapse into one of the best sleeps either of us has had for a very long time. We love Bellevue Valley Lodge! </div><div><br></div><div>A chilly "music camp morning", but we were brave and headed down to the house for breakfast. Yes, Mom, I ate breakfast. Fruit, muffins, and hot oatmeal with wild cherries. Our kind of road food! </div><div><br></div><div>And so, we've spent the day meandering up Highway 17, poking in and out of small towns and beautiful vistas. And we just passed the turn off for Red Rock, which means...</div><div><br></div><div>We are currently driving further west than I've ever driven before. Everything from here on in is brand new.</div><div><br></div><div>Which means I'm signing off, folks -- gotta go "oooh" and "ahhh" a little. :-) </div><div><br></div><div>Musically, </div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630312011-08-22T13:42:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:20-05:00Beginnings and endingsAnd so begins the tour... One of the least disorganized beginnings we've had. Laundry was finished well before midnight, and the packing completed not much after. I spoke with my mother earlier in the day, when I still had four loads of laundry to go, and think I probably shortened her lifespan by a few months -- she's already started packing for her trip that begins mid-September. I obviously didn't inherit that gene, but hey, it gave me the extra bonus of driving my mother mad, which is something to which we can all aspire.<br><div><br></div><div>OK, sorry Mom. Let me make it up to you by assuring you that we were all packed and organized well before dawn, for the first time in our touring lives. So you must have had some influence, at least. It felt very strange to not have to stay up doing just a few more hours of PR while hoping the laundry timer was lying. Refreshing, yet strange. Somewhere in the back of my brain, a little voice is screaming "we must have forgotten something very important!" If we have, it's well forgotten.</div><div><br></div><div>That little voice also woke me up at 7:30, pretending we had overslept and it was already Tuesday. I really dislike that voice. Cookie, the grey cat, was firmly plastered to my leg -- one of the downsides of being packed the night before -- and I actually feel the beginnings of a bruise there. She was breaking my heart, so I let her stay there as I tossed and turned the upper half of my body, hoping to salvage a bit more sleep. No luck. Cat guilt prevailed.</div><div><br></div><div>And so, with little homebody me pondering the sadness of good-byes, the radio alarm clicked on just in time for the beginning of CBC news. Jack Layton died this morning. How is that possible? Such a vibrant scrapper should live to be 100, he should be strong enough to live to 150. Hmmm... so people who do die before 150 simply haven't tried hard enough? No, I guess not. There are no certainties, even for people who seem so certain. Life is fleeting, you never know when or if you'll see anyone again, what life will bring.</div><div><br></div><div>I extricate myself from cat number one, and find Bomber Joe, the newly diabetic kitty, has had the strength to walk up the stairs today, to try and talk me into an early breakfast. Scrapper. Well, not much of one anymore, but back when he was a kitten he could sure put up a fight. Will this bedraggled kitty be here when we return? Extra cuddles today. You never know.</div><div><br></div><div>The roofers arrive and start setting up. They've only been a part of our lives for a week, and they're usually up the ladders drilling and hammering, but... I somehow have the urge to give them big good-bye hugs. No, Lyssy, that would be strange. Time to pack the car and go. Yes, really.</div><div><br></div><div>How did such a homebody become a touring musician? Life has such strange twists...</div><div><br></div><div>Car packed, kitties cuddled, roofers not cuddled. We leave a LOT of post-it notes for the cat- and house-sitter (you know, in case she's never done laundry or used a can opener before), close the door, and go.</div><div><br></div><div>Highway, sunshine, CBC Radio One, with tributes pouring in for Jack. Goodbye house, goodbye cats, goodbye Jack, goodbye radio signal...</div><div><br></div><div>Hello, new Amelia Curran CD, hello passenger-seat office, hello black coffee in our sippy cups and toasted sesame bagels with plain cream cheese. The tour has begun. We have so many adventures ahead, so many loved ones to visit, so many new friends to meet.</div><div><br></div><div>I remember watching one of those nature shows a few years ago, where a mountain lion killed a grazing fawn. The mother looked distressed, forlorn, and after a short period of mourning, turns and heads for the shelter of the forest -- "she has already forgotten," claims the voice-over. "Don't be stupid!" I screamed at the television, "she hasn't forgotten, there's just nothing she can do anymore, and she has to move on to protect herself from the same fate."</div><div><br></div><div>And so, despite the sadness of loss, of good-byes, of uncertainty... we move on. Not just to protect ourselves from death, but to... well, to live. The sadness doesn't disappear, it just weaves into the tapestry of present. We move forward. We drive a gazillion kilometres (give or take) to bring our hearts to others, to become a part of their tapestry, and weave them into ours. So they'll never really leave us, and we won't really leave them.</div><div><br></div><div>Don wrote a poem several tours ago that began "Moonlight over glass, this car holds everything I need." And so it does. My sweetie, our music, coffee and bagels, the books and snacks our friend Paul brought over last night, a gorgeous view, the credit card if my voice remembers what we forgot... and the promise of love and adventure.</div><div><br></div><div>This will be my first time driving west. I'm so very much looking forward to seeing all there is to see along the route -- yes, even the prairies. Especially the prairies, I think, because this body has never set foot in either Manitoba or Saskatchewan, and that's a crying shame.</div><div><br></div><div>In the radio tributes, someone mentioned how Jack Layton had hitch-hiked across Canada as a young man. I'm travelling with quite a bit more than a backpack, but I'm eager to see it all. It's a beautiful country. Sunlight over glass, this car holds everything I need.</div><div><br></div><div>Today's just a travel day. We'll be staying at the <a href="http://bellevuevalleylodge.ca/">Bellevue Valley Lodge</a>, run by a music-world friend, woven into our lives over the years and via other musical friends. Hopefully we'll have a chance for a bit of a visit, to get to know a bit more about the person we usually only see at conferences or via e-mail. There are a lot of people in this country I only know by pixels, and will be lucky enough to meet many of them in person over the next little while. And so, the threads get stronger.</div><div><br></div><div>This is why introverted homebody ole me is a touring musician. To strengthen the threads. To learn new patterns. To be a part of it all. Whatever "it" the day might bring.</div><div><br></div><div>Please pardon me as I shut down the passenger-seat office. There's landscape to adore.<br><br>Musically,<br>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630322011-08-06T23:45:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:20-05:00Folking in Red RockHello, folks and folkettes!<br><br>Day two of the Live From the Rock, and we've been having a great time. With a bit of a sunburn (that would be Alyssa), and the bugs driving us... well, buggy, we're back home at our billet, sitting around with our other laptop-armed friends, and have a chance to give a wee report. The house is just a couple of blocks from the festival site, though, so the concert is coming easily through the living room windows.<br><br>After a lovely cottage visit with our friends Paul and Deb in Algoma Mills, we woke up bright and early (well, early anyhow... 6am, if you can believe it!) and drove the 9-1/2 hours to Red Rock, unloaded our bags and instruments into Liz's house, had an ever-so-needed shower (you're welcome, citizens), and then headed out to the welcome dinner hosted by hospitality co-ordinator Kathy and her husband Tim. What a lovely party they gave us -- especially considering all the work they must have been having to do this week! We got a chance to meet some of the volunteers and other artists, say hi to a few old friends, and enjoy some good home-cooked food. Back at the house, our "co-billets" arrived from Winnipeg, Sam Baardman and Susan Israel. Don already knew them both, but I was meeting them for the first time. I think it's safe to say we've gotten along quite famously. :-) Despite vowing to go to bed early, we had a great jam and conversation, and got to bed... well, at least not TOO late!<br><br>Friday, we got a shuttle to the site with all our gear, had our first breakfast in the Fish and Game room (hmmm... stuffed animals watching the vegetarian eat...), set up the CDs at the merch tent, and all those other oh-so-glamorous things we travelling musicians do.<br><br>Then the fun stuff!<br><br>Our first workshop was "Double Trouble" -- three duos let loose on the stage. We we the hosts, with my old "The Als" bandmate Allison Brown and her partner-in-crime "Uncle" Dan Henshaw, plus two musicians new to us from the Ottawa region, Amanda Rheaume and Marc Charron. Amanda and Marc are touring out west and back right now -- check out www.amandarheaume.com and www.marccharronmusic.com for tour dates, they're a great combo! (Plus it was kind of fun to have TWO other people playing foot percussion with me.)<br><br>Second was "Old, New, Borrowed & Blue" with our house-mates Sam and Susan (www.myspace.com/baardman), plus The Laws (www.thelaws.ca). TONS of fun!!! Much jamming ensued. :-) We've heard many great comments about that workshop, so it appears the audience might have had as much fun as we did!<br><br>A delicious dinner, courtesy of St. Mary's Anglican Church, and then we had to get ourselves in gear for our mainstage concert. Maria Dunn (www.mariadunn.com) was onstage before us, so we got a birds-eye-listen of her set. (Our FridayFolk people will remember her from her recent concert with Jon Wort Hannam -- lovely person and a terrific songwriter)<br><br>I have to say, the folks working backstage are incredible -- very efficient, running a tight ship, incredibly friendly and helpful. Thanks so much, ladies!!! They got us set up so fast, we actually ended up getting a couple more songs in than expected. Unfortunately, the sun had just dipped under the edge of the stage roof, and was blaring in at us -- at one point, I was sweating so much, all the sunscreen on my forehead had run into my eyes, oy! It was a hot, hot day... But we soldiered on, and the audience was terrific -- we felt so welcomed.<br><br>Then we got to sit back for the rest of the evening and just listen. The young band (geez, how old am I that I'm calling people young? well, they all just turned 19, which means I could easily be their mother...) Harlan Pepper (www.harlanpepper.com) followed us on -- they're a hoot, and I just want to pinch their cheeks, do check them out! Next up, the incredible artist and guitarist Kevin Breit (www.kevinbreit.com), and one of the most creative musicians around. Oh yeah, and he might just be able to play guitar pretty darned good. ;-) We had a wee sip of beer for the Connie Kaldor set, then headed back to the house to listen to Jack de Keyzer and the Alaska Army Band from the living room -- Sam and Susan were already back, and Jen Ives joined us later for a tasty beverage or two before nap time.<br><br>Today (Saturday, for a few more minutes), we started the day as solo artists. I was host of the "No Guitars, Please!" workshop (four strings good, six strings bad, baybeee!) -- and what a workshop! Connie Kaldor on keyboards, moi on cello, Maria Dunn on accordion, Jaron Freeman-Fox and John Williams (www.theoppositeofeverything.com) on electronically-processed violin and clarinet, and Shane Philip (www.shanephilip.com) on didgeridu, ukulele and percussion -- talk about an eclectic line-up! It was tons of fun, most notably because most of the people on stage were seasoned jammers -- everyone joined in on all the songs, with great sensitivity and musicality. My highlight as a participant so far!<br><br>I rushed from that workshop to catch the rest of Don's "Wood and Wire: Guitars on Fire" workshop, which he hosted along with the aforementioned Kevin Breit and John Law. Both Michelle (Law) and I joked that they were all just wanking (it's a wife's role, apparently), but they really did a kick-ass job. And it's not just a proud Lyssy saying this -- Don had a guy bow down at his feet later, and while we were walking to get a snack with Kevin, they had a couple of people come up and say how much they loved it.<br><br>We had a bit of a break, then headed to the Fish & Game stage for an interview and concert with host Jen Metcalfe from LU Radio (www.luradio.ca). The young guy (there I go again!) doing sound was fabulous.<br><br>Some more tasty dinner from St. Mary's, and then we got to enjoy the night as audience members. Starting off the night were Allison Brown, The Laws, and Amanda Rheaume, followed by Rob Lutes (www.roblutes.com), who's been on heavy rotation in our CD player -- an incredible songwriter with one of the sexiest voices in showbiz (OK, that's my take, don't tell Don...). We walked back to the house listening to Shane Philip, and did the living-room listen to Shy-Anne Hovorka, Jaron Freeman-Fox & The Opposite of Everything, and now the final act, Dr. Buck & the Bluesbangers. I am the only one awake in the house, though -- think I might have to go have a wee nap, myself. Plus the laptop battery is in the red and Don just took the charger upstairs... Better sign off!<br><br>I will say, though, that we're having a great time with Sam and Susan, and are looking forward to seeing them again in a couple of weeks as we travel through Winnipeg!<br><br>Feeling the love... and the need for a snooze, so we can have another incredible day tomorrow.<br><br>Musically,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630332011-03-22T20:27:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:20-05:00Last weekend on the islandSaturday, we were naughty and slept in -- the excitement of the week and Friday night's adventure without power had done us in. Plus it seemed kind of scandalous to check out of a hotel room mere hours after we'd checked in. :-)<br><br>We checked out of the hotel and headed back to Patricia's for a quick visit and good-bye -- and to pick up the gear we'd left at her neighbour's, since we couldn't see it all the night before! Unfortunately, the power and heat issue was not any more resolvable by daylight -- hopefully it has been figured out since. We bid adieu to Patricia and her beautiful Golden Retriever (this was the tour of the loveable Retriever, I tell ya -- everywhere we turned!), got back in the Jeep and headed back to Sandra and Landon's (and Amber, the other loveable Retriever) in Victoria.<br><br>It was a slightly overcast day, although the views were still magnificent -- I tried taking some photos from the car, but they didn't do anything justice, of course. Instead, I got wrapped up in writing my own blog on the laptop (don't worry, Don was driving!) about the workshop. Which I managed to finish just before the battery died -- our luck with power seemed to be improving!<br><br>When we got "home" to Victoria, we were greeted by a very excited Amber, a chipper Sandra, and... a very sick Landon. Uh-oh... Saturday was going to be our night to take them out on the town as a thank-you for putting up with us for so long, but in Landon's current state, that didn't seem to be something either he would appreciate, nor would the tables around us! Plus, they had to go to a meeting on the mainland the next day, and were planning to drive up to stay with her mother that night so they didn't have to get up so early the next morning.<br><br>So... PLAN B! We'd do an early dinner at the house, and just do take out from the restaurant we were planning to go to. Called them in the afternoon to make sure that was a possibility, then spent the afternoon chatting with Sandra while Landon took some meds and tried to sleep it off. Don spent the afternoon visiting Neil Russell, the maker of his baritone slide, at Celtic Cross instruments, plus haunting chapters to buy Victor Wooten's "The Music Lesson" and a few CDs for the rest of the tour.<br><br>He woke up feeling quite a bit better, and wondering why we were all sitting in the same places he'd left us, doing nothing but chatting, nibbling and drinking?<br><br>And so, ready for more chatting, nibbling and drinking to begin, we gave the restaurant a call. Ack! They just had a huge party show up, their kitchen is swamped, and there's no way they can prepare take-out.<br><br>So... PLAN C! A few more calls around town to a few more very busy restaurants, and we found one that COULD make us take-out, as long as we didn't order anything too complicated. Phew! Turned out to be a great choice, even if we didn't make it ourselves -- Cafe Mexico. The menu was incredible, it was hard to choose, but we each got something different and shared -- well, except with Landon, because we didn't want to get sick on tour!<br><br>And so, dinner done, Sandra and Landon packed up (see, Mom? I'm not the only one who packs last-minute) and headed out, leaving us to dog-sit Amber for a couple of days. She moped around for a little bit, but then made herself comfortable on Don's feet, as we got some planning and work done for the rest of the trip. When it was time for bed, she stared pitifully at us... and stared some more as one paw gently came to rest on the foot of the bed... and stared some more... Yes, we're dog sucks, we ended up sleeping three in the bed -- although Amber is pretty good about not hogging room, considering what a large breed she is!<br><br>We awoke Sunday, nicely rested and smelling of dog -- ah, dog! Spent the earlier part of the day entertaining Amber, and then headed out mid-afternoon to visit with my old friend Ruth (well, she's not that old, but you know what I mean...), and later head to the weekly Victoria Folk Music Society meeting. Juliana and Douglas had told us about it when we'd played at Pondside the week before, and encouraged us to introduce ourselves to more people at the open stage -- since we didn't have another gig on the island that night, we figured it couldn't hurt!<br><br>But first... visiting Ruth. The last time I saw Ruth was when she brought her then-toddler, Courtenay, to visit her Toronto friends. Courtenay is now living with her boyfriend and couldn't come visit with us because she was working -- boy, do I feel ancient now!!! So, it's been... uh... one or two years.<br><br>Some kids playing in the courtyard showed Don and I which door belonged to Ruth... eager anticipation... ring bell... more eager anticipation... door opened... and... geez, she hadn't changed a bit! It was so lovely to just fall back into that old familiarity -- Don having to catch up a bit, having never met her before, but we had a bit of time with just the three of us. Then Courtenay's "little" sister, Phoenix -- who I'd never met -- dropped in. And what a lovely woman! (I was going to call her a girl, but... as I said, it's been one or two years, so I don't think she qualifies as a kid any more, or has for a long while!)<br><br>Some more visiting, and then Ruth's new husband (well, new to me, not so much to her!) Brian came in with their eldest, Aidan -- who, fortunately for my sense of ancient-ness, still qualifies as a girl. Aidan's looks are pure Ruth, and I'm guessing her personality comes much from Brian -- very calm, sweet and soft-spoken (of course, I've only met either of them once -- they might both be totally wild once you get to know them!) She seems to carefully contemplate everything she says -- when asked a question, she'll ponder for a while, then speak slowly, as if she hasn't quite finished thinking it through and wants to make sure she hasn't left anything out.<br><br>Contrast this with Gabbie, who later EXPLODED in from the playground and didn't sit still or stay quiet for more than ten-second bursts. Gabbie is a force to be reckoned with. A great source of entertainment and joy, but holy cow I hope she calms down before she becomes a teenager, or her parents are going to have to invest in some heavy-duty restraints. :-)<br><br>The seven of us had a lovely fish dinner together, lots of stories and laughs. Then it was time for the girls to finish up their valentines for school the next day -- both had procrastinated, oops. Don and I had to head out early to make sure we got a spot at the open stage, and Ruth and Phoenix were going to join us there later. Phoenix had practically grown up at the Folk Society, so they were really looking forward to going back, as it had been a while. And we were looking forward to spending a bit more time with them, and getting to know Phoenix a bit more back in grown-up land (not that Don had any trouble joining in the knock-knock jokes at dinner -- he finally had a new audience for his old classics!).<br><br>We headed over to Norway house to sign ourselves up for the open stage -- and good thing we got there early, because it was a full house that night! One of their long-term volunteers was moving away, so they were having a bit of a celebration that night, and everyone wanted to be there -- turned out, there were about 180 there that night! Juliana and Douglas arrived, plus Neil Russell, and we were introduced to a number of new folkies.<br><br>The first part of each week's gathering is an open jam at the back of the hall, for anyone who feels so inclined. The group was quite welcoming of these two newcomers, so we joined right in!<br><br>Next is the open stage -- their policy is that each act signed up gets 10 minutes or two songs, priority going to out-of-town visitors, people new to the VFMS, then members who haven't played in at least a month. We were among the furthest out of town (we were beat by a woman from the Maritimes!) and had never played before, so we were put in the second slot.<br><br>You could see the eyebrows raise as I brought up my cajon... "that ain't folk music!" But as we finished the final scats of "A Good Day", the crowd went completely nuts (uh, in a good way...). Went a bit more mellow with the second one, playing "Live Love Dream", but got the same whoops at the end. Only two songs, but we sold 14 CDs that night, introduced ourselves to over 180 Victoria folkies, and got an invitation back to play as a feature the next time we're out. One of the most lucrative non-gigs we've ever had! (And far better than our next "real" gig, but I'm getting ahead of myself...) At intermission, we were also approached by a number of other bookers, and chatted away with some new-found admirers.<br><br>Now that the "must impress" part of the evening was over, we were able to sit back with Ruth and Phoenix and enjoy being entertained for the rest of the evening! The feature act that night was Greg Madill, in a trio that included his son, Jevan. Nice energy and some good songs. Greg was gracious enough to have Jevan play a couple of his originals too -- would love to hear more someday, because I really enjoyed what he was doing!<br><br>The night over much too soon, we gave Ruth and Phoenix huge hugs good-bye, promised to be back, and headed home to let a very patient Amber finally go outside. Oh yeah, and we stole some of Landon's beer to toast a job well done. :-)<br><br>Musically,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630342011-03-17T18:53:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:20-05:00Last day of the workshop, first day of the rest of the tourIn my quest to keep the "Thursday" blog short-ish, I completely missed out on a couple of things. I shall remedy this now!<br><br>First of all -- and I think this might have actually happened on Wednesday, but my memory is failing me... -- the incredible full-group improv! The only "rules" were that we all had to stand up. The first person would improvise something -- no boundaries, no time limits, just do whatever the moment inspires -- then as they were coming to the end of their bit, they'd walk over to another (standing) person and hand it off, then sit down. Other than that, it was "anything goes"! So as the Music travelled through the group, we ended up with human beat-boxes, spoken word, scat-singing, melodies, percussion, complete silence, primal screams and animal noises (OK, those might have been me...). It was so much fun to see everybody's personalities come out and interact with each other, and to see how the sound travelled throughout the group!<br><br>Thursday, we were left with a few questions to ponder:<br><br>1. What would make me truly happy?<br>2. What can I do to make the world a better place?<br><br>Once the answers to these two questions are the same, you know you've found your purpose.<br><br>And:<br><br>If the whole world were to follow you today... where would you lead them?<br><br>Also on Thursday, in our explorations of fear, a very brave Pierre volunteered for a very "Haven-eque" exercise. As with most of the examples, he was first asked to play a solo. Then to talk about how he felt about his performance, the thoughts that were getting in his way at the moment, the thoughts he had about his life and music in general, etc. And then every little nagging doubt or thought was given a physical prop. You didn't pursue music professionally because you were worried about money? Big, heavy purse hung on the neck of your bass. Family holding you back? Big chains wrapped around your arms. Worried your joint pain will flare up? Hockey mitts. And so, Pierre had prop after prop piled on top of him, young Rory yelling at him, and the whole group shouting boos and hisses -- and he had to play his solo again.<br><br>As you can probably imagine, it wasn't terribly good. All the same, the world did not end. We still liked him and respected him (and were grateful he was the guinea pig and not us!). He survived it all just fine. And then got a chance to do it again, without all that weight holding him down. Guess what?<br><br>In life and in music, there are so many stories we tell ourselves that get in our way. The way we think affects the way we do. If you don't like what you're doing, change your thinking!<br><br>And so, on to Friday:<br><br>Victor's float plane off the island was leaving earlier than originally thought, so our final morning session was held in the dining room, right after breakfast. As can be expected, much of it was a recap of the week's themes, a discussion of the concert the night before and all the lessons learned (by him, too!), plus covering a couple of points he'd missed but wanted to put out there.<br><br>He introduced the idea of four stages or rooms (borrowed from someone else, I believe, but I didn't write it down). These rooms don't have any firm walls, so it's possible to flit in and out, depending on the circumstance, and there are benefits to each.<br><br>Unconscious Unknowing<br>- this is where most beginners are -- innocent, ignorant, having fun and enjoying the wonder of it all<br><br>Conscious Unknowing<br>- this is where most amateurs are -- they know what they don't know, and are trying to learn it<br><br>Conscious Knowing<br>- this is where most professionals are -- they've reached high levels of proficiency, and are still working hard to keep getting better at their craft<br><br>Unconscious Knowing<br>- this is where the true artists are -- the magical, blissful stage of the Music High, where your proficiency in the craft meets the innocent having fun and enjoying the wonder of it all<br><br>That's the stage we tapped in to the night before, the Music High, where we weren't bogged down by what we know, but took that cosmic leap into the unknown -- what we knew held us up, what we didn't know made us fly.<br><br>We often get trapped in the Conscious Knowing stage, because we think we've arrived, and spend our time perfecting what we know rather than exploring what we don't know. And not just in music. We all get stuck in ruts in every aspect of our lives, simply because we've stayed in our comfort zone and haven't bothered exploring the alternatives.<br><br>What we know can stop us from learning more.<br><br>Staying safe can stop us from learning more.<br><br>The Music High from the night before didn't come because we were all showing off how good we were, or cramming all our knowledge into those few moments of performance. The Music High came from the leap of faith.<br><br>This is where he singled out Tina and I. Tina is nominated for her second Juno award this year, she's not only an excellent trumpeter and singer, she's a multi-instrumentalist and composer, with probably more awards and experience than anyone on that stage, save Victor. But she didn't jump to centre stage or try to hog the spotlight, she sang back-up to Juhli's lead -- and a very sparse backup at that, not using any of the incredible vocal power we'd heard during the week, or the vocal acrobatics she's certainly capable of. He referred to the piece he'd heard me play on Tuesday, said he'd almost asked me to play that solo on stage because he found it so amazing (dropped the "virtuoso" quote!) and wanted to share it with the audience... but was glad he didn't. He told the group I could have probably gone into some fingers-blazing technical solo that would have made the bass players cry, but had instead chosen "one blissful harmonic" for almost the first full minute of the piece, because that's what suited the music. Because we were all tapped in to the Music.<br><br>By letting go of what you know, you can know the unknowable.<br><br>Amen.<br><br>And so, Victor made a dash for the seaplane, leaving us with a list of exercises and ideas to keep us all busy for years to come.<br><br>We all packed up our gear and said our good-byes and slowly trickled off the property. Our new friend Harry, who had a large van, offered to take us across the ferry, so we could avoid the sore backs and crankiness of Monday. He had bought the CD version of Victor's book "The Music Lesson", so we got to listen to the opening chapters en route. Once we got to Nanaimo, he realized that our car rental place was directly on his route home, so offered to drive us there, saving us yet even more hassle.<br><br>The second rental was not as nice as that lovely Subaru we had before the workshop -- it was a big Jeep, completely uncomfortable with lousy cargo space, but we figured it would get us through the mountains in a snow storm, so what the heck...<br><br>We were off Gabriola much earlier than expected, but with our first gig that night in Qualicum Beach, we decided to drive straight to town and make sure we could find everything. Much quicker drive than expected, too! We gave our host for the evening a call, but she wasn't home, so we got ourselves a quick bite in town. Patricia called back just after we'd finished, and gave us a couple of "touristy" suggestions of how to spend our afternoon of leisure.<br><br>The first was to head towards Port Alberni and visit Cathedral Grove -- a place Harry had also mentioned, but we'd been afraid it would be too far away. Not at all, so we headed to this beautiful reserve of massive ancient cedars -- many of which are at least 800 years old. Some have fallen in wind storms (they apparently have very shallow root systems, so there are warnings posted all over the reserve that if you hear a big wind starting, you'd better run out of there fast!!!), some have suffered death at the hands of vandals, but the majority are beautiful old things, covered in all sorts of mosses and lichens, with many a story to tell. It was a bit chilly and rainy, but there's much overhead cover, and the paths are woven so that if you need to cut your exploration short (wind, for instance) you can get back to your car pretty quickly -- it's a beautiful spot, well worth the short trek, and fully accessible.<br><br>The next touristy destination was "Goats on the Roof". Where... yes... you can see goats on the roof. Although it was cold and raining, so the goats had obviously chosen less exposed places to nap. But it's a restaurant / gift shop / tourist trap sort of place with a grass roof... and goats that keep it mowed.<br><br>So, no goats... we drove around the countryside for a while, checked out a Buddhist Temple in the middle of a most unlikely field, and meandered our way through the scenic route back to Qualicum Beach to meet our host for a light dinner at Qualicum Foods, just around the corner from the hall we were playing.<br><br>The Rotary Hall was a cheery little venue with surprisingly lovely acoustics. Patricia had set up the tables cabaret-style earlier, so she set up the refreshments in back as we set up our gear at the front. There was a lovely quarter-page article about us in the local paper, so we had a bit of a "buzz" happening -- though there was much in town that weekend, so she was a bit nervous about ticket sales. Never mind, we said, it's our first time performing in the area, we don't know a soul here, any audience is a good audience!<br><br>That just barely out of our mouths, our first audience member arrived, strode up to us to say hello... I was in the middle of thinking "gee, folks are sure friendly around here!" when he said "I used to come to all your shows in Toronto!" Blank stare from yours truly... (I don't know anyone in Qualicum Beach, remember?) trying desperately to remember all my shows in Toronto... "Dianne told me you were playing tonight" Dianne... oh, OK, Dianne... ohsweetgeez... Bernie! I had been caught completely out of context, and my poor little brain hadn't known what to do -- but Bernie DID indeed come out all the time, back when I was playing with Tim Harrison, and was part of the group of friends in that circle -- along with Dianne, of course. Dianne had seen my concert listing on FaceBook and remembered that Bernie had moved to Qualicum Beach, and there you go! I shall stop cursing FaceBook for a couple of days... but just a couple. :-) Never would I have thought I'd run into an old friend in Qualicum Beach!<br><br>Despite Patricia's worries, we had a nice little audience that night -- and a very appreciative one! (A couple of fun troublemakers, too, which helps us out greatly.) While our programme was identical to the gigs pre-workshop, we were definitely noticing a difference in our performance -- despite the fact we hadn't rehearsed since the week before, we were much more relaxed, much more together, much more into the songs. A good thing, indeed!<br><br>Patricia had arranged for us to sleep at her neighbour's that night, but when we got there, all the power was out, and the place was freezing! We examined the circuit breakers, the master switch, fiddled with a bunch of things, and got the power back on. We decided to head over to Patricia's for a visit while the neighbour's heated up again, and had a nice evening chatting away. Time for bed, we loaded our stuff from the Jeep into the neighbour's, said our thank-yous and good-nights, and -- POOF! The power went off again. This time, it could not be revived. Uh-oh...<br><br>So, Don and I enjoyed our one and only hotel stay of the entire tour at the Travelodge up the street. Where it was nice and warm -- in fact, we jacked up the thermostat. :-)<br><br>Musically,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630352011-03-16T15:30:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:21-05:00Thursday's Workshop -- and CONCERT!Thursday's theme was FEAR. All morning. :-)<br><br>"Fear is proof that what you fear hasn't happened yet!" (Gavin deBecker, "The Gift of Fear")<br><br>F.E.A.R. = False Experiences Appearing Real<br><br>Fear is, of course, totally legitimate, and an incredibly useful tool. It does get in the way, however, when we don't actually have anything concrete to be afraid of. When we're allowing ourselves to be controlled by our fear of a completely imaginary situation, created by our own subconscious.<br><br>Being afraid when some guy charges at you with a knife is a good thing -- fight or flight is a useful phenomenon! Being constantly afraid that someone MIGHT charge at you with a knife rapidly wears down your quality of life, not to mention desensitizes your reflexes should the incident ever actually occur.<br><br>Similarly, constantly being afraid of screwing up in music will inevitably cause you to screw up the Music.<br><br>When we practise, we're usually practising how to do it right, in order to avoid screwing up. We rarely practise doing it wrong. We have this image of perfection, will accept nothing short of it... yet, inevitably, things aren't always going to be perfect. And when we fail to meet our impossible standards, all hell can break loose!<br><br>So... practise doing it wrong. See what happens. Notice that the world doesn't end. And if your mind is clear of what's SUPPOSED to happen, you have room to manoeuvre and make Music.<br><br>Practise a passage, giving yourself permission to play the wrong notes. Concentrate instead on the phrasing, the expression, anything but the notes. Chances are, your audience is not going to notice every single wrong note -- unless you make a face or let it throw off your groove. If you've got "two through ten" in place, they'll be right with you.<br><br>Meditate five minutes on what you fear would be the worst-case scenario. Feel the adrenaline, etc., as you visualize going through it to the other side. What do you feel like after it's done? Remember that feeling.<br><br>We don't learn anything by being coddled or wrapped in bubble-wrap. We learn from the scraped knees, the heartache, the mistakes. Making mistakes is the only way to learn, to grow, to improve. As it is in life, so it is in music -- you won't become a better musician if you don't take risks and allow yourself to make mistakes.<br><br>One image Victor often went back to was the high-wire act at a circus. If all the person did was walk easily from one end of the wire to the other, it wouldn't be a show. So... the perfectly capable high-wire artist will instead get part-way down the wire, then put in a little wobble to make the audience gasp and wonder how (s)he's gonna pull it off. And then they're all pulling for the artist for the rest of the journey, and burst into great applause at the end.<br><br>Similarly, the audience doesn't want to hear you play C-major scales for an hour, or any of the other stuff you could do in your sleep. They want to hear you push the boundaries. They want to hear things get slightly out of control and then travel with you as you find a way to bring it all back. They don't want perfection, they want some tension in there, to make the release all the sweeter. And they won't get that if you don't allow yourself a wobble or two.<br><br>Falling flat on your face is not great in either situation, obviously. But think of how we catch ourselves when we fall off balance -- it isn't by getting stiff and rigid, it's by being flexible and fluid, melting into the momentum and pulling ourselves out.<br><br>You do the Math = Music.<br><br>And instead of stiffening up, getting rigid and pushing AGAINST the fear, EMBRACE IT. That's what makes the magic happen.<br><br>In music, what are we usually the most afraid of? Playing the wrong notes. OK, fair enough. Victor lays down a pretty basic bass line into his looper, C major. What are the "wrong" notes in C major? Anything sharp or flat (the black notes, as he pointed out, tongue-in-cheek). So... over the white-note-only C major loop, he played us a solo, using only the black notes. And it was an awesome solo, indeed. Why? Because he used two through ten. Skipped one, concentrated on two through ten. Never even resolved to a white note, stayed on black notes the whole time. Awesome. (There's a seventies saying I will spare you, but... you get the picture!)<br><br>One thing Victor said that really caught my attention: We all say we want to be a light in the world. But a little candle doesn't do much in a bright space. So, in order to grant our wish, the world has to get dark. But then we curse the darkness, even though we just got exactly what we asked for!<br><br>Don't push against it unless you want it to push back. To stop it pushing back, embrace it.<br><br>Music = Life = Love = God = Everything = Music<br><br>Victor took us through a bunch of technical exercises to practise "wrong", rhythmic challenges, meditations, confidence-builders -- tons of stuff that will hopefully be part of our practise for many years to come! I'm looking back at my notes from the workshop and am amazed we managed to squeeze this all into just one morning...<br><br>As Victor was performing a public show at the Phoenix Auditorium that night, our afternoon session was cancelled (so they could set up the room -- which was the same place most of our sessions took place) and we had several hours free to do... whatever we felt like! We all got complimentary tickets to the show as part of our workshop fee, yippeee!<br><br>The two of us had booked massages with Elfie, who works on-site out of a building at the top of the hill. One hour each of blissful massage. :-) While working on Don, she mentioned she and her husband were thinking of someday taking a sabbatical, but would need someone to look after their house on Gabriola, if we were interested. Oooh... TEMPTATION!!! It's such a gorgeous place. (We're guessing, though, that it wouldn't be replete with cello students, and we'd be a bit too ferry-dependent for gigs... Still, very tempting, should we some day win the lottery!)<br><br>And then... dinner time! I later regretted taking the second helping (yes, the girl who rarely finishes her first helping went for seconds -- the food at The Haven is THAT good!!!), as, just after I finished my last gluttonous swallow, Victor came up and asked if I would sit in on a tune with him in the concert.<br><br>Uh... retain cool composure... well... uh... sure... ??? Why yes, that would be lovely. (What to wear, what to wear?) The brief synopsis was that Juhli was going to sing a song, and he'd like me, Tom (piano), Toby (oboe) and Tina (trumpet) to join him in accompanying her. She'd picked "Stand By Me", but wasn't sure what key she wanted to do it in yet (initial thought -- boring song, lame choice... boy, was I mistaken!) The instrumentalists would do a couple minutes of improv, then he'd start into the famous bass line and the song would begin. (Keep this plan in mind, folks, there's going to be a test!)<br><br>Remaining cool and composed, I dragged Don back to our room, where I could finally break out into The Happy Dance. Thank goodness I didn't hurt myself...<br><br>Back to cool, calm and collected, we headed up a bit early to the auditorium, so I could set up my cello and talk to the sound tech about my pick-up, etc. Then we took our seats in an area that, while not specifically cordoned off for this purpose, had become populated with workshop attendees. The auditorium started filling up (almost 200 in attendance that night), and I started praying that the second helping would behave itself for the next couple of hours (it did).<br><br>(Just a little aside here -- I actually blogged about the concert already on my personal blog, which you might like to visit at http://alyssawright.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-and-living.html )<br><br>Victor took the stage, and... what a concert! That man is an oozing bundle of Music and creativity, just magic. While he was definitely putting on a concert for the general public, he also had this way of inserting things into his chatting and his performance that were obviously intended as "teachables" for us -- you could see the eyebrows raise and the heads nod as we all got the message. I was completely carried away in it, until...<br><br>OUR TURN!<br><br>If you thought my invitation to play just after dinner was last-minute... Tina hadn't even been told she was invited to play, so hadn't brought her trumpet! Never mind, she was happy to sing back-up to Juhli, what the heck... We set up, and prepared to execute The Plan (remember The Plan?)<br><br>Victor started some atmospheric bass lines, I snuck in on some harmonics, Toby and Tom started adding little licks which we handed back and forth, building and fading, moving in and out... preparing the way for Victor to start the song's bass line... but...<br><br>HUH!?? Juhli's already started the song! Looking back at the photos, you can see the idea to break away from The Plan pop into her head, then see Victor's look of surprise and glee as he realizes she's not following instructions, and all of our heads have popped her way to figure out where the heck she's going to take us.<br><br>She took us in some very cool directions, indeed. This was NOT going to be a repetitive three-chord moment of boredom! First of all, she'd come in on a chord that didn't sound anything remotely like a root... that atmospheric improv was continuing through the song. OK, we're rolling with it, Victor is figuring out a new bass line for us to anchor to... although he's throwing in some interesting minors and other strange deviations, just to keep us all on our toes. Tear-inducing piano solo, cello and oboe duet, build to final chorus, fade, fade, last half-chorus, and... scene.<br><br>Whoops of applause, we're all laughing and beaming and -- MUSIC HIGH!!! The first one many of us have had in ages. My goodness, how I've missed that feeling!<br><br>That music high did NOT come because I'd practised hard, we'd rehearsed it to perfection and pulled it off to plan. That music high came because none of us had a freakin' clue what we were doing, we were all (including Victor) flying completely by the seat of our pants -- wobbling our way through completely uncharted (literally!) territory. We were on stage in front of 200 paying audience members, not knowing what we were doing or where we were going -- which forced us to listen, connect with each other, become a six-part living organic being that was also interacting with the audience and the space. AND WE DID IT.<br><br>Had we rehearsed, had everything gone perfectly to plan, it would have been a nice tune and people would have probably clapped politely. But we wobbled, we flowed, we took a leap of faith into uncharted territory, kicked some dragons' sorry arses and brought it back home to a ticker-tape parade.<br><br>Risk, connection, peripheral awareness of the ripples coming our way, internal awareness of the ripples we were sending out... THAT's what gave us the music high. AND... that's how we unwittingly became -- and learned -- another great lesson from the week's workshop. We weren't the only ones with a music high. Our workshop-mates had it too, because they felt what was going on, understood it, absorbed it, will hopefully never forget it -- not our performance, but The Music, The Music High.<br><br>And, to be honest, while I'm still practising meditation each day, I find myself wondering if I wouldn't be better spending my time flinging myself off of musical tall buildings instead -- that instant connection of Music = Life = Love = God = Everything = Music was so big, powerful and overwhelmingly true... I'm definitely questioning whether the best path for me is really sitting quietly and danger-free in my living room. Maybe my path should be more like the Norse god Odin, who pierced himself with his own spear and hung himself from a tree for nine days and nights, in order to gain wisdom... enlightenment... the Music High. (Don't worry, I've had enough of hospitals in the last couple of months, so I'm just talking musical spears and hangings!) For me, that does seem to return more direct, immediate results...<br><br>Ahem, but back to the concert. Believe it or not, it wasn't just about me! :-)<br><br>Victor invited Jason, his workshop assistant, to come on stage and play one of his compositions -- and provided us all with yet another unplanned, serendipitous lesson. You see, Jason is also a bass player, Jason's composition also employs a loop pedal. So... rather than worry about a complicated set-up and switch-over for the stage and sound tech, Victor let Jason use his equipment for the piece.<br><br>And so, Jason starts into a bit of improv, which leads into a funky groove line that is obviously going to be the bed of the next section of his piece. His foot hits the pedal to start recording, the lick sounds great, he's happy, foot hits the other pedal to complete the recording and start the loop. But... uh... there's no loop. Hmm... well, try again -- pedal one, play funky groove line, hit pedal two, and HOLY CRAP!!! That's not the line he just recorded -- it's something else from the box's memory!!!<br><br>Does Jason freeze like a deer in the headlights? Nope. He laughs, shrugs, says "that's not what's supposed to happen!" and keeps going. Keeps trying to get the loop in -- never does, but the audience sure enjoys the wobbles and is totally pulling for him. And Jason just plays through, not missing a beat, probably sweating a little, but with a smile on his face and groove in his boots. We ALL know that the technology failed him, but we don't care, because he's just working with it, staying on his feet, making Music.<br><br>Afterwards, Victor publicly apologizes, as he'd forgotten to turn off one of the programs on the loop pedal before handing it over. But nobody really minds... Music was made, even if it wasn't the music planned.<br><br>A couple more pieces by Victor, including his famous arrangement of "Amazing Grace", and he leaves the stage -- leaving a spellbound audience on their feet, clamouring for an encore.<br><br>He graciously consents.<br><br>And summarizes our entire week in one kick-ass encore NOBODY in that room will ever forget -- ESPECIALLY not the workshop members, who all realized, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this encore was directed to all of us, Musical proof that what he'd been talking about all week was True.<br><br>It started out innocently enough -- the familiar tones of "Norwegian Wood" ringing out in harmonics, variations on a theme, the improvisation gradually building in complexity, taking on rhythmic drive, exploding into a beautiful barrage of tapping and groove, totally ignoring the notes but still somehow keeping the song in our heads, getting wilder and wilder and... somehow not missing a beat of all this percussive two-handed groove, one hand flies up and detunes his lowest string, until it's so loose it's just flopping around, making drunken whale noises as the note-tapping continues... then, another hand flies up and detunes the next string... more wild sound effects and rhythmic extravaganza... and now every single string is flying around like a kid's jump-rope and he's playing this awe-inspiring kick-ass bass solo with absolutely no notes whatsoever, yet it's still somehow melodic and, holy crap, how's he... oh yeah...<br><br>"TWO THROUGH TEN!!!" Mark is shouting from the audience, "TWO THROUGH TEN!!!", and the entire workshop crew is laughing so hard we're crying, while the rest of the audience stands mesmerized and totally oblivious to just how crazy we must seem, because Victor's caught them in that drunken whale-net of a bass solo, and everyone's trying to follow his hands and figure out if he's got someone hiding behind him or if he's using his toes or...<br><br>OH MY GOD... one hand just flew up and started tightening a string! There's no way... no... of course not... the barrage of percussion and whale song is still going completely nuts, but... there it flies up again... well maybe he just wanted help with that last swoopy sound, and... here he goes, building and building and building and building to the obvious climax of rhythmic whale cries...<br><br>... 2-second pause for effect<br><br>Sweet, perfectly-tuned harmonics -- "I... once had a girl..."<br><br>We are no longer laughing, crying and shouting. We are all standing, dumbfounded, unable to move or make a sound. Don literally couldn't move again until about three minutes after the applause was finished.<br><br>Music High<br><br>Yes, it's incredibly, technically astounding that he could have brought his bass back to perfect pitch without having even a split-second to listen to the tuning, as he brought us all through his high-energy world of sound. But the music high doesn't come from us understanding the technical difficultues of what he did to make that happen. The Music High comes because he dragged us all into uncharted, whale-infested waters, pushed us all beyond our boundaries and known horizons, so we had not a clue where we were or how we were going to get back -- and then he brought us home, safe and sound.<br><br>And dumbfounded.<br><br>And... over a month later, still moved to tears as I type this, because it was such a moment of sheer joy and beauty and Music = Life = Love = God = Everything = Music (Ahn, for those of you who knew me when...), that it will never leave me -- and I don't really want it to. :-)<br><br>The concert was over, but... for the 200 in the room, it will never be over.<br><br>Sleep wasn't going to come any time soon, though, so after some celebratory group photos, the majority of the workshoppees headed down to the Lodge for some tasty beverages and even tastier conversation. I think it's safe to say, we closed the place. :-)<br><br>Musically (with all the respect that word holds),<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630362011-03-15T14:38:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:21-05:00The Workshop - WednesdayWednesday morning, we were told to get our coats and boots, because the morning session was going to be outside. And it was pretty darned chilly that day!<br><br>And so, the group huddled in a clearing, learning about peripheral vision and peripheral hearing, how to keep our awareness wide-angle and our footprint (or "splash") tiny. It's all vibrations... concentric rings of influence from and upon us. We learned how to fox-run, use our coyote ears, know the various alarms in the woods, how to know a mountain lion is present before you actually sense it... We learned how to embrace hypothermia (that lesson was lost on me, I think!), and spent the last hour tracking deer (and a dog or two).<br><br>All in the name of music.<br><br>Because Music is Life is Love is God is Everything is Music. And it's all vibrations, and concentric rings of influence.<br><br>It's impossible to undo a vibration you've sent out, but you CAN send out a new one that can alter the first. And if somebody or something sends a vibration your way, you need to know how to recognize it and deal with it -- whether to join in with the merry chirping or run away from the yet-unseen mountain lion.<br><br>If you look at the concentric rings formed by a splash, you will note that the vibration isn't a whole lot of something -- it's the alternation between something and nothing something and nothing something and nothing... the valleys are just as important as the peaks, the emptiness takes as much space as the fullness. In music, we tend to take notice of the fullness -- most of us don't spend time practicing the emptiness, paying attention to the space.<br><br>After drowning our hypothermia in ginger tea and fireside chat, we all headed back up to the auditorium to apply our fox-running and coyote-ears to our playing. But wait, we aren't doing group work? Nope, it's all solos. How the heck can we practise listening if we're playing by ourselves?<br><br>By not listening to ourselves as we play.<br><br>By listening to the space.<br><br>By listening to the audience.<br><br>And brave volunteer after brave volunteer proved this over and over again. You could see heads pop up in the group whenever the performer started listening to themselves and losing the music -- and then the eyes light up when the performer started listening to the space and letting the music blossom and thrive. It was truly magic!<br><br>And then more magic. Victor invited that handsome, fashionably-clad man who'd been lurking in the back all afternoon to come up front and say hello -- and introduced us all to Eric Bibb. Eric will be leading a songwriting workshop in September (we're going!), and had done some recording on the island, so was just in visiting for the day. Victor asked him to sing a couple of tunes for us -- alas, Eric didn't have his guitar with him. So Victor asked Don if Eric could use his new Gord Barry guitar.<br><br>Uh, YES!<br><br>So Eric talked to the group and played two beautiful new songs for us... on Don's guitar. We're hoping some of his joy and spirit has imbued itself into the wood.<br><br>More ginger tea and awe-struck fireside conversation, and then we were back, this time for some more jamming -- not just with the room, but with each other. A fairly large group of us got up to do a version of "Summertime", including the beautifully-sensitive-why-isn't-he-world-famous pianist Tom, sassy-and-classy-Juno-nominee trumpeter Tina, scat-singer-extraordinaire Juhli, tone-to-weep-to oboist Toby, some-bass-dude Victor, a handful of other singers and instrumentalists, and myself (Alyssa) on cello. I realize now that it was probably a test, although I'm not sure if it was a conscious or purposeful one on Victor's part.<br><br>But I have to say, we passed it. :-) The messages were sinking in, we were catching ourselves in our assumptions and rolling with the waves. For instance, I heard Tina was going to take the lead in one of the instrumental breaks, and figured I'd try noodling some harmonies around her part as accompaniment. Well, she heard me put in a bit of a crescendo and decided to back out of the way for me to take the lead. So there I was, having started what I thought was going to be harmony, and ended up doing a lead that I probably wouldn't have naturally chosen to do, but since I had already started with that figure, I just kept going with it -- accompanied by Tina. And then Toby was soaring on the oboe, Tom had the most exquisite piano... ah, gorgeous, and everyone giving each other space and listening and being.<br><br>Yum.<br><br>After dinner, Victor had promised the bass players (over half of the group) a question-and-answer period just for them, since some of the earlier classes had gotten a bit bogged down in bass-specific stuff that didn't really apply to the rest of us. We ended up dropping in on that as well, because even though it was bass-specific, there's still much to be learned. And, of course, Don always enjoys tech talk about looping pedals, etc. :-)<br><br>It was in this session that he dished out the most important info any bass player -- or side musician in general -- oughta know. YOUR JOB IS TO NOT BE NOTICED. Your job is to support the music and the lead singer/player. You are the foundation of the building, not the stained-glass window. If you're cracked, the whole thing will fall apart. If you're wonderful, nobody will notice. If you're given a solo, take it, but make sure you're in service of the music. If it's not your solo, and somebody notices you're there, you've done something wrong.<br><br>This was the night the jam session stopped being cranked up to eleven. It probably wasn't even cranked up to four. The bass players were no longer trying to impress each other (and Victor) with how many notes they could play in a riff, or how kick-ass they were. They were now trying to impress the world with how little they played, how quietly they played, how much they listened, how much space they gave.<br><br>This was the night we could actually stick around for the jam session, without needing earplugs.<br><br>An awesome night, indeed.<br><br>Musically,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630372011-03-14T15:20:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:21-05:00The Workshop - TuesdayHi folks,<br><br>(Geeeessshhhh! We've been really bad about blogging this tour... a month behind?!? Sorry, it's been kind of nuts!)<br><br>So... the Victor Wooten workshop at The Haven. How to do it ANY justice? Well, the first step is accepting that we can't -- but we believe he's doing it again next winter, so we'd heartily encourage everyone to go, as it's so very much worth the time and money. If you don't have the time or the money, then at least buy his book, "The Music Lesson -- A Spiritual Search for Growth Through Music", also available as a CD set.<br><br>Major premise number one is Music is Life is Love is God is Everything is Music. Simple enough, right?<br><br>More-easily-notated major premise number two is that Music is made up of ten equal and interactive parts:<br><br> 1. Notes<br> 2. Space<br> 3. Dynamics<br> 4. Rhythm / Tempo<br> 5. Articulation<br> 6. Feel / Emotion<br> 7. Technique<br> 8. Phrasing<br> 9. Listening<br> 10. Tone Colour<br><br>The notes are the part that many of us obsess over and freak out about, but if numbers two through ten (the "groove") are all right, the notes can be completely wrong ("wrong", of course, being a completely subjective and self-subjected concept).<br><br>Which leads into the next premise (and conclusion) -- there are no wrong notes. There can be wrong groove, if you're only thinking of the notes, and lack of groove makes the music suck for everyone (OK, he didn't actually use the word "suck", but you know what I mean).<br><br>And so we listened and discussed and experimented on many different variations on the theme during the course of this week.<br><br>Oh yes, and he also tortured us regularly with some physically nasty warm-up exercises that just got worse as the week progressed. But don't let that stop you from going. :-)<br><br>Much of the experimentation came from putting people on the spot -- solo or in groups -- seeing what happened, discussing it in terms of "two through ten" and what our own brains did to get in the way of our performance, then doing it again in a different way.<br><br>One of the first volunteers (actually, she was "voluntold"!) was a wheelchair-bound woman who had never played an instrument but really wanted to explore her musical side. Victor brought her up and gave her a bass to play, jamming with a couple of other musicians. Although the instrument was physically difficult for her to play (her husband had to come up and help her hold it), she ended up playing a pretty kick-ass solo -- and the pure joy on her face was breathtaking! So... if someone who's never played the instrument before, and doesn't even know where the notes are can jam with a group... why the heck can't a trained musician? (Yup, that was a rhetorical question...) Two through ten, baybee, two through ten.<br><br>Don was one of the early volunteers Tuesday morning, playing "I Will Never Forget", that sweet song about his first slow dance -- as always, it made the ladies swoon and got the men all nostalgic (this is obviously Alyssa writing...), and he pulled off a really good performance of the song. Victor and the group were all impressed with his guitar playing, voice and the song. So... where to go from there? Ah, don't you worry, our fearless leader had plans. :-) He told Don to turn the song off, forget about the lyrics completely, forget about the intricate finger-picking, forget about the song structure, forget everything. Close his eyes and think about that dance, about Dorothy, about the room, about how he felt, just immerse himself in that moment of the dance and all the feelings and emotions it evoked. Then play. Not the song, not what he knows, just play the pictures. Yes, the man who claims not to be able to improvise was going to play a two-minute improvisation on his first dance.<br><br>Well, ladies and gentlemen, that improv had everyone practically in tears. As beautiful and well-crafted his song is, when he tapped into his heart and gut and played the emotions and pictures... and invited us to share his emotions and pictures. Well... WOW pretty much sums it up. (And I have to say that, later in the tour, when he played that song again in concert, those emotions and pictures were coming through in the song as well, to a much greater extent than I've heard before.)<br><br>Later that day, Alyssa got pulled up for a group improvisation. Two of us who were seasoned jammers, one who was a trained musician but no experience with jamming, one who used to play a bit as a kid but had limited confidence in her current abilities. And... one-two-three START! Oooh... that kind of sucked. And NOT because of the inexperienced ones -- the two of us who thought we knew what we were doing just learned a BIG lesson about listening -- not for what we expected to hear, but for what's actually happening. Ouch. We were so used to working within a certain structure, and all the non-verbal cues we give each other to work within said structure, that we completely failed at working without it.<br><br>Pretty darned humbling.<br><br>Major premise number four -- making Music is a conversation. Don't assume you know what the other has to say. Listen to what's actually being said. Don't talk over, or try to bulldoze the conversation into just what you want to talk about.<br><br>Oh geez, how many times have I said this about the belligerent twits in the world... and now *I'm* the belligerent twit?!? Did I mention the word "humbling"?<br><br>So... take two, forget what you know, find the groove. Yeah, that's it. Ahh... conversation! We redeemed ourselves... with much to ponder and explore.<br><br>Tuesday's night-time jam session was still cranked up to eleven, so a bunch of us sensitive acoustic types (dare we say 'old'?) sought out our own space in another building, for a jam session where we could actually hear each other. While we shared our... er... maturity and sensitivities, our genres were all over the map, which made for some interesting moments. A couple of guitars (including a quiet classical nylon-string), Don's slide, cello, oboe, saxophone. Classical, jazz, folk, bluegrass... some very interesting moments, as we tried to navigate the differences.<br><br>Later in the evening, as is his wont, Don insisted I play my solo cello arrangement of "Both Sides Now". I protested it wasn't a jam song, but everyone wanted to hear it, so I reluctantly agreed -- figuring it would be a good chance to practise working on digging more into the emotion. So I tried to put away any idea of "performance" or worrying about what people thought, and just dig deep. Did the introduction and got partway through the first verse when I saw Jay (the sax player) waving excitedly -- thinking he was just happy he'd figured out the tune, I decided that I'd better close my eyes and stop paying attention to people's reactions. Finished the piece (Don says it was one of the best renditions he's heard me do) and opened my eyes, only to see a beaming, laughing Victor Wooten hiding behind the door, applauding, nodding, giving me thanks.<br><br>Oh, so THAT's why Jay was waving. SOOOO glad I didn't figure it out, or I would have probably been a total mess. Victor, of course, knew that, which was why he was hiding behind the door the whole time, just in case I opened my eyes. He headed back to his room that night, but later, to the group, he said he had been trying to get back to his room to do some work before he went to sleep, but as he was walking by the building we were in, he heard my cello and "that sound just grabbed me!" He'd wanted to stay hidden from EVERYONE in the room, but heard that I was bowing chords and plucking at the same time, and really wanted to figure out how the heck I was doing that (geez, he's stealing my tricks?), so had to pop his head around and look. "She's a virtuoso!"<br><br>OK, so much for humbled -- although he was good enough to wait until our last day to say those things, so I wasn't totally freaked out. At least until then... Guess whose quote is going at the top of my bio?<br><br>Ahem, back to humbled.<br><br>After a few more songs, the group decided it was time to disband and try for some shut-eye. Still totally buzzed from the applause and approval of The Man (yeah, I'm field-dependent, so sue me!), I knew I wasn't going to sleep any time soon. So we headed to the Lodge for a tasty beverage... or two... with host Roxanne and a couple of other workshop attendees, talking about all we'd learned in just a day and a half, and anticipating what the next days were going to bring.<br><br>Musically,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630382011-02-28T14:04:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:21-05:00Heading to Island life...And so, Monday morning (well, musicians' morning!), we bid adieu to our hosts in Victoria and headed back up Vancouver Island towards Nanaimo. Yet another beautiful day for driving! Don had bought the new Lynn Miles CD over the weekend, and that was our soundtrack for the journey.<br><br>The Downtown/Ferry rental car drop-off was not exactly at the ferry -- or even, frankly, downtown -- which was a bit of a surprise, especially with an SUV full of gear! But we managed to clear off one of the back seats, so the staff member could fit in and drive us and all our stuff to the ferry terminal.<br><br>Ah, the fine art of tour packing!<br><br>Alyssa = cello as backpack, purse and carry-on bag over one shoulder, Don's Hawaiian King over the other shoulder.<br><br>Don = backpack, satchel slung across chest, guitar over shoulder, both of our (oversized) suitcases strapped together and wheeling behind.<br><br>Yup, we managed to carry all our tour and travel stuff between the two of us!<br><br>At least, while we were upright... Down at the docks, it was INCREDIBLY windy, and we each had a lot of surface area to blow around! Good thing there were rails up, because we could have easily ended up in the freezing cold straight with a couple of those gusts.<br><br>Foot passengers are allowed on first, then they fill the centre part of the ship with cars. Unfortunately, the cabins for the foot passengers all have giant steps into them -- we left our suitcases on deck, and felt great sympathy for the wheelchair-bound man who was left on deck with the cars in the now-wind-and-rain. BC Ferries might wish to examine their accessibility one of these days!<br><br>Foot passengers are also allowed to get off first -- however, neither the man in the wheelchair nor us with our instruments could fit around the cars waiting to get off! So we had to wait until the cars had cleared, then make our lonely way over the gangplank (and try to not get run over by the eager folks getting on in Gabriola!). By the time we made our way to the parking lot, the shuttle bus to The Haven had figured all foot passengers were off, so we had to call them and get them to come back for us. Not such a bad thing, since there probably wouldn't have been room for anyone else on it, what with all our gear!<br><br>And so, we arrived at The Haven in our "private limo", slightly cranky and sore. This mood wore off pretty darned quickly, though, as we chatted with the receptionist, Roxanne, and took in the gorgeous surroundings (FaceBook users can see some photos on our Page -- we're going to try and upload pics to our website soon, just having trouble catching up!). The Haven is right on the water in a little bay, surrounded by woods. The main lodge has the dining room, a small bar and lounge. Guest rooms, meeting rooms, and a theatre are spread throughout the property.<br><br>We did a bit of wandering to get our bearings, and then headed into the Lodge for dinner. OH MY GOODNESS!!! The meals there are incredible -- locally sourced food wherever possible, served buffet-style with tons of options for vegetarians like Alyssa. In case you get thirsty or nibble-y at any time they aren't serving food, there's always a big pot of ginger tea or coffee available, plus bread and spreads out for you to make a sandwich (neither one of us got hungry between meals, but the ginger tea was certainly delicious!). Looking around at our fellow diners, we saw quite a mix of young and old, Haven "alumni" and newcomers, with people enrolled from as far away as Texas and even Germany.<br><br>After dinner, we all headed up the hill to our first session with Victor Wooten -- kind of an introduction of what we could expect in the week, his ways of thinking about music and life, and him getting a feel of what the group was like, where we were at, and what we were hoping to get out of the workshop.<br><br>We were asked to write down (both for ourselves and for him) what we hoped to accomplish or learn in the week. Like many, I (Alyssa), mentioned feeling stuck in a rut or plateau and wanting to find ways to break out of it. His response was well worth the entire week's tuition for me, and allowed me to let go of my frustrations with myself almost instantly: a roadblock or plateau is just the world giving you an ENFORCED resting period.<br><br>Gulp.<br><br>Yes, it seems the world has been trying to give me MANY of those recently. Maybe I should stop being mad at myself and just enjoy the rest? Yeah, Maybe! Baby steps...<br><br>Also introduced this evening was the concept of music and nature being the same thing, really. Not just birdsong and banging on sticks (although those are important too), but the ways in which we react to / walk amidst both, and what is expected from us if we wish to support / be supported by either.<br><br>Musically, naturally. Music-ally. Nature-ally. We're all in this together, and need to be allies if anything good is going to come of it.<br><br>Evening session over, the floor opened up to a jam session. Well, that's what they called it... but the number of eager young bass players cranked up to eleven and hoping to impress Victor and each other with how many notes and how much noise they could cram in to every bit of space they could... a little cacophonous for us. Kudos to Victor for sticking around and using it as another teaching opportunity -- the jam sessions in subsequent days got progressively more quiet and musical, so the lessons obviously started to sink in, eventually. This first night, though, our poor ears couldn't take the din, so we opted to head back to our room for some wine (forgot to write it down, sorry! -- a nice BC one, though) and our beauty sleep. After all, we had to be at breakfast for 8:00 the next morning, and we're not used to being up that early! :-) Even from the first couple of hours of the workshop, though, we already had lots to talk about and much to ponder and percolate.<br><br>And this was just the beginning...<br><br>Musically,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630392011-02-21T21:24:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:21-05:00Home safe!We made it home... and are pooped. Our no-longer-chronological tour blog will resume when we're no longer comatose.<br><br>In the meantime, however: we LOVE Mike and Ruth! Wonderful, wonderful people, who we hope to see again very soon.<br><br>Just wanted them to know they were appreciated.<br><br>And now... the coma. :-)The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630402011-02-19T03:09:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:21-05:00Grand Forks -- GRAAANNNDDD Forks!Hello, folks and folkettes,<br><br>We interrupt our (Alyssa's) anally-retentive chronological order to report -- WE LOVE GRAND FORKS!!!<br><br>What a spectacular evening we've just had! The drive here was absolutely beautiful, if you ignore the deer massacre we witnessed en route. (We're still very sad about that one...)<br><br>2nd Street Studio B is an incredibly gorgeous venue, and Brigitte is an incredibly gorgeous host. There seems to be a great community here, and Brigitte and her new venue are only going to make it stronger.<br><br>We arrived mid-afternoon, gave her a call, and she was at the studio in minutes, full of apologies for not cooking us a full dinner -- are you kidding us?!?!? Instead, we had to endure a wide array of cheeses and olives and pickles -- poor us. :-( How we suffer for our art...<br><br>The room sounded so good, we decided to forego the P.A. It's part of the old Gazette building -- the community paper -- with bare brick walls and wood beams and old wood floors and a beautiful loft, where we'll be sleeping tonight. The acoustics were incredible, and the "feel" is warm and supportive. A flick of the clicker, and a beautiful light display illuminated the wall behind the stage, and the rest of the room was warmed with hand-crafted iron floor lamps made by her friend Angel.<br><br>Angel and her partner Mireille looked after the door and CD sales, and they were such wonderful people, we wanted to take them on the road with us! Angel joked she wanted to be our bouncer, but the audience was so friendly, there was no need. What a fabulous community they have in Grand Forks!<br><br>This was the very first concert in Brigitte's new studio, and our first time anywhere near the town. Definitely not the last. It was an incredible honour to be part of this evening. The amount of love that has gone into this space is tangible and humbling.<br><br>Brigitte was worried there wouldn't be enough people, but ended up having to put out extra chairs. What a nice problem to have! We even had a couple of tiny people in the audience, both of whom behaved way better than many grown-ups we've encountered. A bunch of folks stayed after the show for a wee visit, and we will definitely be seeing them again in September -- it's been a great evening!<br><br>But, on that note, it might be time for some shut-eye... must drive back to Kelowna in the morning! But any of you in the Grand Forks area HAVE to visit Brigitte's open house on Feb.26 here at 2nd Street Studio B. Beautiful place, beautiful people!<br><br>Musically,<br>Alyssa & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630412011-02-17T15:29:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:21-05:00Working our way up the IslandHello, folks and folkettes!<br><br>We're currently driving from Vancouver to Kelowna, so I'm racing my laptop battery, but thought we'd better get a little further caught up, before the brain hits "reset"!<br><br>A nice relaxing Sunday (Feb.6, aiyaiyai, I'm the Queen of "behind"!) at Sandra and Landon's house. By Sunday, we had mastered their son's cappuccino maker (day one was a little less successful), so life was good. Landon had to work once again, but the three humans and Amber spent most of the day chatting and puttering away at various chores and work. Once Landon got home, we headed up early to our gig in Duncan.<br><br>Did I mention we were born in the wrong province??? The drive was absolutely gorgeous, despite the fog and rain that prevented us from viewing the scenery in all its glory. Probably a good thing, or there may have been a call put in to our real estate agent... Ocean, mountain and rainforest... followed by ocean, mountain and rainforest... followed by ocean, mountain and rainforest. Do people who live here ever get blase about such beauty?<br><br>Sandra's mom lives in Duncan, so the four of us met up with her for dinner at... oy, this is why I should blog every day on tour -- I've completely forgotten the name of the pub!!! So much for my restaurant report... It was a lovely place, though, with a bunch of local brews on tap -- unfortunately, we couldn't partake as we still had to work that night! I had a delicious vegetarian / mediterranean pizza (or rather, half of it -- the other half was taken home for lunch the next day), and Don had the BBQ chicken pizza (we had to take off early for sound check, but the other three had a much more leisurely meal).<br><br>Then we were off to the Duncan Garage Showroom. What a beautiful little theatre it is -- nice and cosy, with great art all over the walls, and an eclectic collection of... well, collections! From an old dentist's sink to a sculpture of the proprietor, Longevity John. John and Georgia are such warm and generous hosts, we felt welcome immediately. Georgia looks after the wee cafe, John looks after the music.<br><br>The venue has been put together with great care -- John says it was all done for his friend, Willie P. Bennett. Quite the labour of love -- Willie P. would be happy to have inspired such a place. When we arrived and started setting up, Don (being the technical geek) was practically drooling over all the equipment in the hall. And John sure knows what he's doing on the board -- got our sounds up and sounding great in no time!<br><br>Did we mention that one of the most common comments we've heard on this tour was "I wish there were more people here to enjoy you"? Well, this night was kind of the pinnacle of that one -- we'd have heard it a hundred times, if there had been a hundred people there. Unfortunately, as we realized on our beautiful drive up, it was SuperBowl Sunday... AND there was a big dance happening right next door. So our audience was... well, rather tiny. Very enthusiastic, but... tiny. Oh well, we had a fun evening, anyhow, and John and Georgia have given us a bunch of contacts for the next time we come out -- and we made a few new fans in the area, too. We also got some fantastic quotes from John, so... we may not have made thousands of dollars at this gig, but we certainly would consider it a success.<br><br>The evening was videotaped as well, so as soon as we get home we'll transfer some of it on to our website so you can see us in all our lonely glory. :-)<br><br>OK, the battery is getting low, and we still need to do a couple o' things, so we shall cover our Monday trip to Gabriola after some laptop rechargins.<br><br>Musically,<br>Alyssa (and Don, who's busy driving right now, and keeping an eye out for coffee shops!)The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630422011-02-15T21:38:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:21-05:00Catching up on the BC backlogHello, folks and folkettes -- we've had the wonderful problem of having too many people to visit on our BC tour, so have been pretty terrible at blogging thus far. Our apologies, we aren't lost in the Rockies, just swimming in socialness. :-)<br><br>Take a quick peek at Alyssa's blog post at <a href="http://alyssawright.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-and-living.html">http://alyssawright.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-and-living.html</a> for a toe-dip into our time at the Victor Wooten workshop at The Haven -- there will be much more to come from that week, we're sure!<br><br>In the meantime, to keep Alyssa's obsessively chronological side happy, we'll try to get back to where we left off -- essentially, the beginning!<br><br>Spent a lovely first day in Victoria with our host Sandra and dog Amber (unfortunately, Landon was hard at work, so we had to wait for a visit with him). We got a lovely tour of the city and discovered a tasty bakery in Oak Bay (mmm... fresh bread!) before heading back to the house for a light supper before our show. Then it was off to Pondside!<br><br>Pondside Music is a house concert series hosted by Juliana and Douglas McCorison -- a lovely home, nestled between the ocean and a large Koi pond. This was our first time meeting them in person, although Alyssa had played on her CD (with Don recording) several years ago. What a delight to finally meet in real life!<br><br>We were greeted by a melange of dogs and cats, all super-friendly. The white cat (whose name I forget, now that it's a week and a half later) attempted to set up shop inside our cajon -- fortunately she was caught in time, or she (and we) would have had quite a surprise once the concert started!<br><br>The jet-lag did have a bit of an effect on our energy, but we still had a fun time, and didn't forget TOO many lyrics. We received many comments at break and after the show about how much fun we seemed to have playing together, so we obviously weren't as dazed as we thought we were. :-)<br><br><i>"From the moment you two started to play, I could just feel the joy coming from you and filling us all. It's so great to watch, and be a part of!"</i> [Douglas McCorison, our host at Pondside Music]<br><br>It seemed that almost half the audience that night were musicians themselves, so we had a great time at the break chatting with everyone and trading road stories. We have definitely gotten the impression that not many people in Victoria (or on Vancouver Island, for that matter) are local -- we've met many Ontario transplants on our travels here!<br><br>And so, our first concert in BC went very well, and we met a bunch of new friends. Another comment which we've gotten used to on this trip has been "I just wish there were more people here to enjoy you!" -- well, we're ever-so-likely to be back in September, so tell all your friends, and there will be! :-)<br><br>Juliana and Douglas suggested we check out the Victoria Folk Music Society, which we did the following week... but once again, we're getting ahead of ourselves. More later, we've got a lot to catch up on and not much internet time!<br><br>Musically,<br>Alyssa & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630432011-02-08T17:33:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:21-05:00Kicking off our first BC tour... and getting kicked backHello, folks and folkettes!<br><br>Yes, we are well into our first tour of the "left coast", but this is the first time we've had a spare moment to chat.<br><br>The adventure began last Monday, a few days before our Friday departure, when we discovered that, under new guidelines, my cello is now too big to be considered oversize luggage -- i.e., the airlines won't take it AT ALL. Not that Big Blue has put on any weight, mind you, just that the rules have changed. Surprise! OK, nevermind, we can send it cargo. EXCEPT... oh yeah, the cargo office closes at 5pm on Friday and our flight doesn't arrive until 9:30pm. How be we pick it up Saturday instead? No, the office won't open again until Monday morning. But Monday we're supposed to be on Gabriola Island after having played two gigs with aforementioned cello. Sorry, nothing we can do.<br><br>Hmm...<br><br>Call the friendly FedEx people. If we can get the cello in to the Barrie depot by 4pm, they can have it at our friend's house in Victoria by Friday afternoon. Although... if the truck hits bad weather at some point along its route (geez, what are the odds of a truck hitting bad weather at some point along the route in a Canadian February?), it might not get there 'til Monday... Ship by air? Yes, of course we can do that... FOR $986 PLUS TAX AND INSURANCE!!!<br><br>I will not panic, I will not cry, I will not panic, I will not cry...<br><br>A few tears and panic attacks and phone calls later, we finally get it organized. We CAN ship the cello via an earlier WestJet flight, and get our dear, darling, angelic friend Sandra to pick it up earlier in the day. PHEW!!! This necessitates a drive to the airport the day before, but what the heck, the cello will get there!<br><br>So... Big Blue made her first solo flight on Thursday, Sandra had some quality time with her Friday, and we joined them both Friday evening. Don's guitars also made it with us, safe and sound, despite one of the worst landings we've ever experienced (during the stopover in Calgary, where a mighty wind was blowing), and the clearly-marked "fragile" stickers being ignored as the cases got tossed on the conveyor belt with all the other luggage.<br><br>The joys of touring... ah, the glamour!<br><br>But we're fine, the instruments are fine, neither one of us forgot anything important (well, Don forgot his deodorant, but as all you avid listeners know, "I don't like my men too clean", so that's actually a GOOD thing...)<br><br>Picked up our rental car at National, where the guy at the counter was an incredibly nice guy (honey, this ain't the Toronto airport!) who -- after chatting us up for half an hour -- handed us the keys to a nice Subaru Outback. Nice vehicle -- at least to ride in, Don didn't hand over the driver's seat even once, but he says it drove like a charm. :-)<br><br>And so we got to Sandra and Landon's, and were greeted by the big, beautiful Amber (golden retriever). We can't tell you how much we've missed having a dog lean into us, or rest their head on our feet. Yes, even the slobber and loose hair have been making us very happy people, indeed! Oh yeah, and Sandra and Landon are great too. :-) Better than great, they were lovely, generous hosts all weekend, and we're looking forward to another weekend with them once our workshop is finished.<br><br>Ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself... Must get back to class right now, but will fill you in on our Saturday and BC debut at Pondside Music later on.<br><br>Musically,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630442010-08-31T16:02:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:21-05:00Thursday's variation - champagne and mango!(Sorry for the delay, folks -- my report of our honeymoon got interrupted by yet another vacation. Decadence!)<br><br>Thursday morning, we awakened to a beautiful day. We opted for a large, late breakfast, so we could skip lunch that day, then have an early dinner (reason why later!). I went all out and had the "omelette supreme", which lived up to its name in fine fashion. Once finished, we grabbed a sticky bun for "dessert" and an extra mug of coffee and headed down to the deck gazebo to enjoy the breeze.<br><br>As this was our last full day at the Inn, and we hadn't actually taken advantage of any of the boats or other recreational offerings, we decided to grab a canoe and make some attempt at exercise. While my technique was pretty rusty and Don's was... ahem... yet-to-be-learned (onlookers would have enjoyed our lovely zig-zag pattern, though!), we had a nice tootle around Eagle Lake, peeking in at cottage properties and fantasizing about having our own fully maintenance-free one (hey, it's a fantasy!). We had the distant company of a pair of loons for much of our jaunt -- so, although our steering may have been questionable, we obviously weren't splashing around too much for their comfort!<br><br>Feeling virtuous, we headed back to the room for a wee nap for our last-day double-header.<br><br>And what a double-header! Two full hours of pampering at the hands of the spa staff. Ahhh... It started with a Champagne Mimosa Sugar Scrub, with the ladies rubbing us down in loofa-like mitts with, yes, champagne and sugar and a bunch of yummy-smelling oils. Once we were suitably exfoliated, we were coated with a gooey, deliciously-scented Mango Enzyme Body Wrap, and then twisted into a warm linen cocoon. While we relaxed there in ooey-gooey goodness, we were treated to a blissful face and scalp massage. Did I mention, "ahhh..."? Once this segment was over, they sent our cocooned bodies waddling into the shower room, where we rinsed off the mango and grabbed some fresh robes, only to head right on back into the treatment room for our moisturizing treatment -- Don stuck to the mango, I went for the champagne. :-) This final goop-ing was followed by an hour-long massage. Oh me oh my...<br><br>We floated back to our room with orders to drink lots and lots of water. Which we did, until we decided it was time for a final beer on the patio. Sigh...<br><br>Early (well, for us, anyhow!) dinner -- our final one. We descended to the wine cellar for a special bottle of red to celebrate our last night. At the table, our waitress said the chef had gotten creative for me once again, and there was a non-menu item he'd made especially for me. Woo-hoo! It was absolutely incredible -- I don't know why he didn't include such a masterpiece on the main menu, because even die-hard carnivores would have probably enjoyed it. Little puff-pastry-like forms of baked whipped potato (and something else, I assume, to help them keep their shapes), filled with a delicious lentil (yes, those words can go together!) peppery mixture that made me wonder how on earth I used to think I didn't like lentils. I would have asked for the recipe, except... it didn't quite seem like the kind of thing you can cook in 30-minutes-or-less, which is usually the extent of my culinary concentration. I'll just have to go back and ask for it next year! Somehow, I was negligent and didn't write down either the appetizer or the dessert -- and my memory ain't what it used to be. I know they were really good, and I remember being surprised that I ate everything on my plate for all three courses, but I can't remember what two of those courses were... drat! Apologies...<br><br>We took our final glass of wine out on the deck to savour and digest for a bit. Then it was time for our late-night visit to the WaterSpa! It truly is a different experience at night, and we were fortunate to have the place to ourselves. Bathing by mostly moonlight, with some little tiny star-like lights in the ceiling, and a warm glow coming from... well, never figured it out, exactly, but wasn't interested in the technology at the time, I have to say! If we weren't relaxed enough by the earlier champagne and mango treatments, we certainly were by the end of our WaterSpa circuit.<br><br>Don went to the bar to ask for a couple of champagne glasses and an ice bucket, so we could enjoy one of the bottles of champagne we were given as a wedding present (this one was yours, Debbie and Mitchell -- thanks!). The bartender handed him an ice bucket, then frowned and grabbed it back, saying that wasn't nice enough for a last-night celebration with wedding champagne. He came back with a fancy silver ice bucket, and carefully selected and polished two glasses to send up to the room. Now that's class treatment!<br><br>And so we spent our last night finishing off the chocolate strawberries with a bottle of champagne in a fancy bucket with hand-polished glasses -- opting to skip the hot-tub this time! :-)<br><br>We WILL be back...<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630452010-08-13T16:30:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:21-05:00Wednesday's variation: single malt and strawberriesWednesday morning, we were in much better shape, so got a little more adventurous with breakfast. For me, it was a fabulous vegetarian omelette with goat cheese -- mmm-mmm! Got a final refill of coffee, and took our cups out onto the lawn, where we found some nearly-dry muskoka chairs available. Don started up a conversation with another happily honeymooning couple, who were equally impressed with Sir Sam's -- his one comment was "I keep trying to think up new things I can ask them, because so far nobody's said 'no' to anything!" I don't think he ever did find that "no"-able question -- I know we never did!<br><br>Coffee consumed, we decided to head upstairs to change into some hiking gear, and check out the trails. The housekeeping staff were just leaving our room as we arrived -- one of them bubbled "I know we're not supposed to comment on things we see in guests' rooms, privacy you know, but I saw your <a href="http://www.john-irving.com/">John Irving</a> book, and I just love him -- is it new?" (yes it was: <a href="http://www.john-irving.com/Last_Night_In_Twisted_River.asp">Last Night in Twisted River</a>) And so began a delightful conversation with a sweet young woman we never saw again. Unfortunately, Don didn't finish his book before we headed for home, or we would have left it for her -- obviously a big Irving fan!<br><br>Just as we headed out to the trail, the raindrops started to fall. Oops! Plan B... back to the room for our books, and onto the porch to read and watch the rain fall softly on the... ok, maybe not so softly... ok, now the wind is picking up a little and... ok, now we're getting soaking wet even on the covered porch! Plan C: bring books inside and watch the storm through the windows. And what a storm!!! The clouds rolling over the lake, the lightning exploding overhead, the thunder rumbling so hard it felt like an earthquake. Mother nature at her finest!<br><br>All that thinking of a hike had, of course, made us a bit hungry, so we headed into the pub for some lunch. Perusing the menu, I mumbled something about getting a little tired of fish, and my sweetie -- against my protest -- asked our waiter if there was anything non-fishy on the menu for dinner that night? She went in to check with the chef, and he said he'd whip up something special for me (a good thing, too, since that night's menu didn't even have any fish on it, it was all meat!). For lunch, then, I ordered a delicious salad with almonds and apricots and goat cheese and... all sorts of things I forgot to write down, but they were delicious.<br><br>Then it was time to prepare for our couple's massage. Upon meeting our second masseuse, I was a little concerned -- she was a small person with a quiet voice and tiny, gentle hands. While delicately starting on my back, she told me to let her know if she was working me too hard -- I answered "I don't think that's possible!"... at which point, all delicacy was set aside. Ahhh... she must have been exhausted by the end of it, because I don't know how she managed to get all that weight and pressure into my muscles from such a small frame. But she did it beautifully. :-) Once again, we both left the treatment room feeling like happy jelly! We wobbled around for a while, drinking lots of water and tea... until we figured it was cocktail hour.<br><br>By this point, the rain had stopped, so we took our beer out onto the lawn and watched the world go by. Local cottager <a href="http://www.billcandy.com/">Bill Candy</a> was going to be playing on the patio that evening -- I remembered his name from somewhere, but couldn't remember where. When we went in to the bar for a refill, the bartender introduced us to Bill. I didn't recognize him at all, but after a bit of a conversation, we realized he and Don had played together in a festival several years before. He was ready to start playing, so we headed out onto the patio to listen for a while before our dinner reservation -- he was drawing quite the crowd, and our table was eagerly snatched up by a waiting couple when we headed in for our meal.<br><br>We headed down to the wine cellar and picked out a lovely pinot noir. As promised, the chef had whipped up something special for me for dinner! My appetizer (from the main menu) was a delicious cambozola and greens salad. Dinner was pasta with roasted vegetables and goat cheese -- so good that, once again, there wasn't anything left on my plate. Stuffed to the gills, I opted for the strawberries for dessert, although some of the more decadent options were very tempting!<br><br>The plan for that night had been to pay a night-time visit to the WaterSpa after dinner, as we had been told that the lighting at night was beautiful and romantic. But the combination of the earlier massage, full bellies and tasty beverages left me thinking that I would probably fall asleep and/or sink to the bottom. Instead, we grabbed a couple of diamond-encrusted scotches (we still weren't aware of the price tag) from Margo and brought them up to our room, calling it an early night.The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630462010-08-10T18:52:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:21-05:00The morning after the champagne and strawberries the night before...Tuesday morning. Note to self: the combination of hot jacuzzi and champagne is not a wise one, especially when you have to get up for breakfast the next morning.<br><br>But get up we did, slightly miraculously. And breakfast at <a href="http://www.sirsamsinn.com/">Sir Sam's Inn</a> is definitely worth the effort! (Yes, Mom, even I ate breakfast!) The buffet table is stocked with various juices, cereals, fruit, breads, muffins, and sweet rolls. Plus you can choose from two or three hot breakfasts -- a different selection each morning. Considering my woozy head, I decided to forego adventure and go with scrambled eggs this time 'round (unfortunately, however, I forgot to mention I prefer my eggs really really really well-done -- my only food disappointment the entire week, although my own fault). And coffee, lots of coffee... and juice, lots of juice.<br><br>Breakfast accomplished, we went back to our room to decide which peaceful activity we might try that morning... and quickly fell into comas. Yes, a good brisk nap was in order... and, fortunately did the trick.<br><br>Once that frenzy of activity was over, we obviously needed to replenish ourselves with lunch! On to the patio for a wee bite. I opted for a delicious vegetarian pizza on a phyllo pastry... splendid! Don went for a burger that was so delicious, he was about 3/4 finished it before he realized it hadn't been cooked all the way through -- his only food disappointment the entire week, though our waiter said she'd take 1/2 off the bill (which, considering he'd eaten more than half, was a generous offer).<br><br>A little bit of wandering, and then it was time for my first massage! We had booked a couple's massage, but one of the women was not able to make it, so we went back-to-back today, instead -- Don ever-so-virtuously going for a workout while I had my appointment. Despite our pre-wedding massages the week before, and another one two weeks previous, this masseuse definitely had her work cut out for her! My back and shoulders were in their typical "crunchy" formations, but she pummelled them into submission and left me feeling like very happy jelly. I was sent forth with an order to drink lots and lots of water (oh, if she only knew!), and said a quick hello to Don in the waiting room.<br><br>A little less virtuously, I went to read my book during Don's appointment. :-) But it was a terrific book: "<a href="http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/committed.htm">Committed: A Skeptic Makes Peace With Marriage</a>" by <a href="http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/">Elizabeth Gilbert</a>. Yes, some might question it as appropriate reading material for a honeymoon, but... as I said in my wedding vows, if I'd listened to my brain in the first place, I wouldn't be here in my bliss-filled life with a man I adore. And, as I read more and more of the book, I realized just how incredibly uber-appropriate reading this book was. I'm sure Ms. Gilbert has heard far too many times "it's almost as if you wrote your book about me!" but... holy geez, it was like she'd written the book about me. :-)<br><br>For your edification:<br><br>1) almost-40 highly creative (and, one might argue, slightly neurotic) woman attempting to come to grips with the concept of marriage;<br>1a) loves food and wine<br>1b) forever questioning herself and the world around her<br>1c) prone to meditation and searching<br>1d) much more forgiving of the world than of herself<br>2) has previously had to survive an unhappy marriage and soul-crushing divorce (OK, I had her beat there: two abusive marriages and soul-crushing divorces);<br>3) after banging her head one too many times on rock bottom, swears off men (temporarily, of course, let's not get crazy about it!) and takes soul-awakening inner and outer journeys that finally make her feel strong and alright about herself...<br>4) when suddenly, she meets and unexpectedly falls in love with a man 17 years her senior (mine's 18, but who's counting?)...<br>5) who has also had a soul-crushing marriage and divorce experience that left him shaken and shattered and disillusioned (albeit in Bali... slightly different than Barrie!)<br>6) so they live together in romantic bliss for several years, knowing they don't need government or religious sanction for theirs to be a sacred bond, a lifetime union...<br>7) when suddenly (OK, our tale doesn't involve homeland security, she's got me there!) they find themselves staring marriage in the face and<br>8) she needs to figure out a way to convince herself that that's alright.<br><br>Damn, I should have written a book, instead of dealing with months of fretting and loss of sleep before making peace with the concept -- I could have made money off my struggle and had Julia Roberts (with, perhaps, some extra padding) eventually portray me in a movie! :-)<br><br>But, ahem... back to the honeymoon.<br><br>Don emerges from his massage a very happy, gloopy man. We change into our bathing suits and inn-provided spa robes and pad down the hall for our first WaterSpa circuit. Pure bliss!!! The instructions on the wall suggest anywhere from 3 to 10 minutes for each station -- we stay at all of them until the jets turn themselves off, except for the air lounge, which we do twice because it's... just... that... good. We must have stayed there about an hour and a half in total, and came out feeling even more relaxed, if that was possible.<br><br>Upstairs to wash the salt off, and then onto the deck for pre-dinner cocktails and murmurs of relaxed post-massage bliss. Alas, the rain starts to come down a little heavily, so we retreat to the covered patio and watch the lake dance.<br><br>Don's still a little suspicious of the grape, so we opt to forego the bottle of wine with dinner -- I get their house red by the glass (as Air Canada and the Barrie Examiner know, you just don't pick a fight with Lyssy and win!) and he sticks with their local draught. My appetizer is decadent blue cheese courgettes, followed by grilled local Walleye in a cajun-like seasoning, followed by raspberry creme brulee (who needs strawberries when you can have raspberry creme brulee?). In a rare moment for someone who usually gets only a main course and still needs a doggie bag, I leave no crumb behind, no trace of creme or even brulee remains in the dish. I vow to start exercising again in August, and send an extra birthday gift to our foster child in Nigeria.<br><br>The rainstorm continues with gusto, and we don't feel like being holed up in our room all night (and we sure as heck aren't getting back in that jacuzzi!), so we decide to sample the inn's supply of single malt. My dear beloved picks out two from Islay: an 18-year Lagavulin and a 12-year Ardbeg. The good news is, he prefers the Lagavulin and I prefer the Ardbeg, so nobody has to arm-wrestle. The bad news is, we don't discover until checking our bill (several days later) just how fine our tastes are! Ah well, you only get married once, right? ;-)<br><br>We take our diamond-encrusted beverages out to the covered patio to watch the storm. It appears that several others have had the same idea, and are are all cosily huddled at the side of the patio closest to the house, so the driving rain doesn't soak anyone. We worm our way in to the gathering and discover that everyone on the patio is either on their honeymoon or anniversary! Many of the anniversary couples were once here on their honeymoon, but keep returning -- we agree it's a brilliant idea. It's a diverse group, ranging from a couple in their early twenties to... ugh, I hate guessing these things, but I'd say late sixties, most from Ontario but a couple from out west, and two from the States. The next few hours of conversation covers everything from the weather to jobs to politics to children to geography to food to sports to US/Canada relations to how much better the world would be if this friendly patio crowd were in charge! As people slowly tucker out and excuse themselves, we observe how this enjoyable visit with total strangers would not have happened, but for good old mother nature.<br><br>Once again, we night-owls are the last to leave the party. Our friendly server, Margo, pops her head through the patio window to see if we'd like another diamond-encrusted single malt before the night is over? She obviously doesn't know us very well... she brings us our thirds and joins us on the patio. She, too, first came to Sir Sam's as a honeymooner, a moon or two ago. Later, her family moved up to the region, and her daughter Katie (our server the night before) started working with the wait staff. Several years ago, Katie convinced her mom to join her, and they've been working together here ever since -- except for Margo's anniversary weekend, when she becomes a guest once again.<br><br>We must mention that most of the staff here seem to have been working here for several years full-time, or are students who come back year after year. In an industry that often struggles with staff itinerancy, this inn has obviously been treating its staff well, and inspires them to treat their guests even better!<br><br>The last drops licked from the bottom of our goblets, we bid good-night to Margo and head up to bed.The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630472010-08-09T15:33:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00Monday, continued - champagne, strawberries, and wildlife!And so, we set off to explore the new terrain, wandering the grounds. We headed down the hill to the water, and unknowingly entered the terrain of a duck, who started heading towards us. Assuming we'd come too close to her nest, we switched the direction of our ambling. She followed. Oops, we must have guessed the wrong direction, so started walking away from the water. Duck followed. And so it continued, with us wandering a rather serpentine path, and the duck (whom Don later named Wonk) trailing along in a lazy "heel" position. Even when we walked out onto the dock, Wonk stumbled along behind, tripping a little on the gaps between platforms, but still doggedly determined to be our chaperone. So canine she appeared, we finally bent down to see if she wanted to be pet... but no, she tended more towards the feline with that concept. Finally, we bade her adieu, certain that we'd see her again the next time we went for a wonder -- although, disappointingly, we never caught sight of her again.<br><br>So began our evening of blissful ignorance. :-)<br><br>It was the cocktail hour, so we walked back into the house and up to the bar to grab a couple o' pints of the local draught. Asking if it was alright to take our tasty beverages onto the patio, we were informed that we could take them anywhere we liked, other than onto the boats or down the street. (Ooh, how civilized -- you sure we're still in Ontario?) So we grabbed our books and notebooks (which went unused, as we were chatting and watching the whole time) and took our Muskoka dark ales out onto the patio.<br><br>We must have been having a Dr. Doolittle day, because a little after we had sat down, a little red squirrel scampered through the deck and hung out with us for quite some time, until it resigned itself to the fact that we had no snacks to share. Unfortunately for him, the bartender came out to check on us a few minutes later, bringing us a little bowl of snacks! We opted for a second brew to help wash them down, and chatted and stared at scenery a little longer.<br><br>And then the descent into the wine cellar - a fairly small-ish room (you probably wouldn't want to be in there with one who hadn't recently bathed), filled floor to ceiling with 80-ish bins of reds and whites. Like kids in a candy store! What to choose, what to choose? We opted for our usual favourite, a Rioja, and clambered back up the stairs. We were informed by our waiter Katie that, if we didn't finish the wine at dinner, they could re-cork it and save it for the next day, or we could take the bottle up to our room -- again, how civilized! (Although I don't think we've ever not been able to finish a bottle of wine, so the option wasn't terribly beneficial to us.)<br><br>The dinner menu at Sir Sam's varies each night. You can choose one from about three appetizers or salad (if you opt to skip dessert, you can have two appetizers instead -- but who wants to skip dessert?), one of usually four entrees (although the chef seemed quite happy to prepare special off-menu vegetarian stuff for me too, as long as he knew in advance), and one of three desserts. Throughout the week, the food at every meal was just fabulous -- there was nothing either of us didn't enjoy whole-heartedly, and Don was forever teasing me about all the coo-ing sounds I'd make with each mouthful.<br><br>I'm afraid I didn't write down what my darling husband (!) ordered, but I started with a delicious salad of greens and strawberries, followed by an exquisite catfish dish and finished with chocolate mousse -- with strawberries, of course! We took a tiny wander to help digest, and then headed back to our room to make sure the champagne was still cold. :-)<br><br>And here comes the grand finale of blissful ignorance: definitely blissful that evening, not-so-blissful the following morning. (Can't say we were even ignorant, just choosing to forget, I guess...)<br><br>Bottle of champagne in the room. Jacuzzi in the room. Tasty treats in the fridge. Either of these three options would have been lovely. But we're not terribly good at making decisions, so opted for all three. Not our most brilliant choice, I'm afraid, as our fuzzy heads the next morning would attest.<br><br>But, still in blissful ignorance mode, we filled the tub with nice and hot-hot-hot water, grabbed the champagne, cheese tray and chocolate-covered strawberries, turned on the jets and enjoyed a night of complete decadence, calories and brain cells be damned!<br><br>Sometimes, you just have to forget about consequences, throw caution to the wind, and jump right in...The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630482010-08-08T17:34:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00When champagne and strawberries need a nice backdropMonday morning, time to get this honeymoon started! We packed up the car and drove the mere hour and a half that it takes to get to paradise: <a href="http://www.sirsamsinn.com/">Sir Sam's Inn</a>. Only got lost once at the very end of our trip: at a fork in the road, the arrow to the inn pointed dead centre! Our observation that the sign seemed to angle a tiny bit to the left led us on a wee sightseeing expedition into the nearby village of Eagle Lake (the last glimpse of the real world we'd see until Friday), then we doubled back and tried the road to the right.<br><div><br></div><div>Coming in from the road doesn't give you much of a glimpse into the beauty of the property -- just looks like you're coming in and parking next to a nice, albeit very large, cottage. Park we did, then sauntered up the steps onto the main building's -- holy cow! -- expansive verandah, overlooking the lake. A blissful pause with the scenery, then in the screen door to the front desk, looking kind of like an old European inn, complete with a little bell. Before Don got a chance to demonstrate his musical skills, however, a young woman came out to greet us. Despite our detour, we were still a bit early for check-in, but... ah yes, our room was ready anyhow. Did we want to just go and settle in to our room, or would we like a tour of the inn first? Tour, please, if you have time -- of course! (As we came to learn during our time here -- the staff ALWAYS has time to do things for you, and seem genuinely pleased to do it.)</div><div><br></div><div>The front hall with the reception desk was the centre of the original building, with stairs to the guest rooms down the right. At the entrance was a bulletin board detailing the current weather forecast, times for the daily boat tour (we really wanted to do this, but the first two days the times conflicted with other things we were doing, and then, sadly, the boat seemed to be out of commission for the next two), events in town, expeditions, etc. And, on the main credenza, a basket of every type of sunscreen and bug spray you could possibly need, just in case you'd forgotten to bring your own.</div><div><br></div><div>Our guide started us in the dining room, overlooking the expansive verandah overlooking the beautiful vista. Very cozy, stone fireplace in the centre of the inside wall (not that it was needed during our visit), maybe about 20 tables set out, dark-stained wood trim and real wood shutters -- definitely staying true to a country-inn feel. Just inside the door to the dining room, a spiral staircase down into the wine cellar, where you could go before dinner to pick out a bottle from over 80 delicious options (I'm assuming... we didn't have quite enough time to sample all of them!)</div><div><br></div><div>Across the hall was a living room / lounge with nice comfy couches, antique (guessing) coffee tables, and an expansive selection of coffee table books. In front of this was a screened-in patio, with a bunch of little tables set up for drinks or snacks or... whatever you felt like doing on the patio. Back into the main hall and going to the back of the building, you reach the pub, complete with a beautiful old wooden bar, typical pub-style tables, and more comfy couches in case you want to read a book with your beverage. We never asked if these were the creations of staff or guests, but there were a number of artfully decorated canoe paddles displayed on the walls, as well as some historical photos of Sir Samuel Hughes -- apparently not a terribly impressive man, but he sure had good taste in summer homes!</div><div><br></div><div>And so ends the original part of Sir Sam's estate, but a bright, modern atrium (complete, of course, with comfy couches, in case you're needing a moment) connects the main house to the Hughes Wing. Here again are a bunch of little nooks with comfy couches, a community room with ping-pong table, etc., workout room, and the spa treatment rooms. Plus an endless supply of tea, apples, and water, in case you're feeling too far away from the main building to make it back un-nourished.</div><div><br></div><div>A little farther, and you reach the piece-de-resistance: the WaterSpa! I swear, if it weren't for the fact that there was no food or alcohol here, I would have probably spent the entire time in this WaterSpa. If you haven't already, take a look at the photos on the website (we, of course, forgot the camera!). It's about twice the size of our house -- a salt-water pool with various "rooms" with varying massage jet configurations. They heat it to a different temperature depending on the season, and have a suggested "circuit" for you to try -- it's open any time from 8am to 10pm, although they'll open it for you any other time you like, as well (did we mention, they just don't say "no" to anything at this place?). At night, it's just beautiful, with little lights embedded in the ceiling and the moon coming in through the full-length glass wall overlooking the lake. In case you get tired from all that relaxing, you can climb to the platform overlooking the pool and lounge on one of the Balinese beds.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>The WaterSpa Circuit:</div><div><br></div><div>The full suggested course takes about an hour or so, if you're keeping track. First, you have a warm shower and loofa -- they suggest a sauna too, but we didn't do that, neither did we take the quick, cold plunge-bucket showers they suggested at intermittent points throughout the circuit, because that just didn't seem terribly relaxing! As you walk into the pool, there's a very large area where you can just float -- or swim, if you're feeling energetic (!). The first station is The Large Bench (not terribly imaginative name, I agree), with jets that concentrate on the neck and back -- it's suggested you sit here for 7-10 minutes, but we stayed until the jets turned off, at this and every other station. Next is the centre island, which is notable for the large marble ball rolling around on top of the fountain, and the jets that look after your feet and calve muscles. Next are the deck fountains -- my second-favourite formation (favourite until I moved on, though...) The deck fountains are like giant curved faucets that spew out strong streams of warm water down onto your neck, shoulders and back. Basically, I could stand on my tip-toes and lean backward into the stream and be held up -- I did this one twice the first time! :-) Just when you thought it couldn't get any better, you move to the air lounge, which is my all-time favourite station! You lie on your back with your head in a nice little pillow. Start the jets, and they come up from the bed below, floating you to the surface and massaging your back with a gazillion strong fingers. Pure bliss! The final station was the only disappointment, despite the pretty name of "The Champagne Grotto" - just a bunch of tiny little bubbles that looked pretty but didn't really do much that we could tell.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Ahem, back to the tour:</div><div><br></div><div>Actually, that was the end of our tour of the building. Other than to say that in every little sitting area or room, there were bookshelves filled with books and movies you could borrow for rainy days, and just tons of pretty decorative touches. Oh yes, and would we be alright with a 6pm dinner this evening?</div><div><br></div><div>In front of the house was a large outdoor pool, festooned with many deck chairs and patio umbrellas. Scattered across the grounds were various formations of Muskoka chairs and more Balinese beds. There was a dock with the tour boat and room for visiting seafarers, a lakeside gazebo, a bonfire platform, and the boathouse. At the boathouse, there were canoes, kayaks, windsurfers, waterskis, etc., which you were welcome to use whenever you wanted, and there was a staff person available during the day to help you out with anything you had questions about. We asked where we should sign out the boats when we wanted them, and were told they didn't need us to do anything like that -- just remember our life jackets. Wow, a hotel that doesn't assume its guests are criminals, who'd-a thunk? ;-)</div><div><br></div><div>We headed back into the main "Lakewinds" section, up the centre stairs, past even more bookshelves to the end of the hall and into our corner room (#1, so we couldn't forget too easily!). And what a sweet room it was! Walking in the door, on our right was the bathroom with large jacuzzi tub and environmentally-friendly toiletries. To the left a closet with our spa robes (nice and comfy they were, too! -- sure beat the robes at the hotel on our wedding night that more closely resembled itchy tea-towels and came complete with a warning that if you stole them, you'd be charged $100), a little "kitchenette" (OK, it had a bar fridge and a coffee-maker -- what more do you need, really?), and then the main room, decorated in cozy cottage style. The outside corner had a real fireplace and stack of wood -- not that we ever needed a fire, but it gave the room ambience nevertheless -- and behind the wooden panel above, a television, stereo and DVD player (not that we ever used those, either). On either side of the fireplace corner, two nice big windows that gave us a good cross-breeze and a great view of the waterfront. Obligatory big comfy couch with a cedar chest serving as coffee table, and a chest of drawers whose drawers didn't always fit together perfectly -- in other words, just the perfect amount of perfection for us!</div><div><br></div><div>On a side table under the window was a bottle of chilled champagne and two champagne flutes, plus a wrapped "congratulations" gift from the staff at the inn -- two lovely glasses, etched with the Sir Sam's loon logo, resembling large-ish champagne flutes without the stem (if anyone knows an official use for these, do let us know, otherwise we reserve the right to pour whatever we wish into them!). Upon closer inspection of our bar fridge, it contained a "welcome" platter of yummy cheeses and breads, plus, OF COURSE, chocolate-dipped strawberries. Pure bliss!</div><div><br></div><div>Since it was still fairly early in the afternoon, though, we decided to wait a bit on the special treats and do a wee bit of exploring... (to be continued)</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630492010-07-31T12:29:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00Champagne, day 2 - but no strawberriesHello all! So much for writing a new "episode" every day... my work ethic is obviously still enjoying our honeymoon. :-)<br><br>We had been wise enough to book ourselves a room at the local hotel for our wedding night -- our helpful friends stayed at the house (can't make them pay for a hotel room when they've just decorated and flowered and organized us!) Our friends Ken & Arlene drove us there after the ceremony (well, Ken drove... 'nuff said!), with our house guests and groomsman Paul bringing all our stuff home. Yes, this is definitely where I started getting used to being lazy!<br><br>We thought we'd go fancy for our wedding night, so had booked a room with jacuzzi, fireplace and a bottle of champagne. When we got there, however, there was rien du bubbly!!! Called down to the front desk, who said the bar was closed and locked up and they couldn't do anything about it. Grrr... Probably a good thing, anyhow, because we had to get up the next morning!<br><br>Yes, in one of those "what were we thinking?" moments, we had decided to host a family brunch at our house the morning after the night before. Of course, what we WERE thinking of was how much we'd like a chance to visit the folks who had come from all over the place. What we WEREN'T thinking of was a) panic cleaning, b) how to provide brunch for 30 people, and c) that whole thing about MORNING. :-) In the last couple of weeks, I had been able to convince my darling husband (yay!) that he shouldn't expect himself to cook for 30 people the day after his wedding, so we'd gotten the catering team from Sixteen Front to look after the food part. And, when we returned to the house, our darling Ali (yay!) had already done most of the panic-cleaning for us. Did we mention how incredibly generous Ali is???<br><br>All I had to do was put on my "Bride" hat (also provided by Ali), and put out the cutlery. All Don had to do was pour the champagne for the mimosas! (Not a day of champagne and strawberries, but we did have champagne and orange juice, so that oughta count for something...)<br><br>Brunch was yet another social whirlwind -- we got to visit a bit more with family, but still not anywhere near as long as we'd have liked to. Folks started trickling out mid-afternoon, with Ali and brother Bruce staying to help pack up the leftovers and tidy up, and then we were left to our own devices.<br><br>I think I forgot to mention before, but Ali & Lisa had put together a framed picture of the flowers from our bouquets, with a writeable-onable frame for everyone to sign. So we read through that, and our guestbook. and then went to tackle the pile of prezzies, from the many folks who chose to ignore the "no presents" instructions that were so clearly given! ;-) We couldn't help but notice a "theme" in them all: I think we'll have enough champagne and single-malt to last the year! (Ah yes, you folks know us well... too well, perhaps.)<br><br>After a nice brisk nap (3 hours!), we did a couple loads of laundry, and started packing for the HONEYMOON!<br><br>Will get to that tomorrow... honest, I mean it! :-)<br><br>Musically and matrimonially,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630502010-07-26T15:09:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00The week of champagne and strawberriesHello all!<br><div><br></div><div>Yes, we have been a tad quiet in recent months -- turns out, planning a wedding (even a relatively simple one) takes more out of you than we'd remembered. Either that, or we're just getting old...</div><div><br></div><div>But yes, we are no longer just a musical duo, but a legally-endorsed one as well! And it was a bloody fabulous party, not to mention the entire week! And musical, naturally.</div><div><br></div><div>Once I get organized (!), we'll be putting some photos up on the website, so you can see just how bright The Brights' wedding truly was. I, of course, wore red; Don, yellow. Our friends Ali and Lisa put together stunning, colourful bouquets and centrepieces of bright gerbera daisies, roses, lilies, etc., and our wedding party and guests were all in bright colours too.</div><div><br></div><div>The ceremony took place on the shores of Lake Couchiching, on the grounds of the <a href="http://www.leacockmuseum.com/">Leacock Museum</a>, where there was another stunning array of flowers in the garden. Our friend David Zub was the officiant; my sister Tarah and best friend Ali were my attendants, Don's brother Bruce and friend Paul were his attendants. And we can't forget Lilly, our flower girl (who had been practising her walk since November), or Wyatt, our ring bearer (who wore a fire helmet, with siren, in honour of Uncle Don). Ceremony music was by the other two members of the <a href="http://www.takenotepromotion.com/amitytrio/">Amity Trio</a>, Michael Adamson and Sandra Ruttan -- tangos, of course. Readings were by <a href="http://davidfrancey.com/">David Francey</a> (I had to keep reminding myself I was a married woman, and Beth is bigger than me, so as not to swoon at his voice mid-ceremony) and cousin Rebecca Ejo Colwell (who had me in big, smiley tears the whole time, because she's just so marvellous!).</div><div><br></div><div>We had written our own vows -- in typical form, Don had had his half a year ago, I completed mine two days before. Mine went first, and I was already crying by the first sentence, but made it through. Then Don started his and... out of the corner of my eye, I saw Pat McPhail walking up with his bass, <a href="http://www.yanuziello.com/">Joe Yanuziello</a> with his guitar, and <a href="http://royhickling.com/">Roy Hickling</a> and Paul Court getting in formation and handing Don a mandolin. Yessireee, Don's vows were in musical form, and I was serenaded by all five men -- how lucky is that?</div><div><br></div><div>We tangoed back down the aisle and met everyone for champagne and chocolate covered strawberries on the lawn. Bliss! And a pleasant introduction to what would be a staple diet for us the rest of the week -- again, how lucky is that?</div><div><br></div><div>The entire day passed in a blur -- fortunately, we had a bunch of people taking photos, plus Don had stuffed our video camera into the hands of Ron Belanger, so we'll be able to go back and remember it all later.</div><div><br></div><div>Dinner was inside at Swanmore Terrace, and was delicious -- although, for some reason, they didn't start BBQ-ing the chicken and salmon until about 7pm (when dinner was supposed to be 6-6:30-ish). That was really the only annoyance, although people seemed to deal with it just fine. Michael's wife, Ingrid Adamson, had made and decorated our wedding cake, complete with little musicians and hand-made bright-coloured sugar flowers.</div><div><br></div><div>My sister, Tarah, was the MC, and she took on her task with gusto! She had both us and the room completely organized. :-) Speeches by mom Nancy, Bruce, Ali, Paul, Don, Me and thank-yous by Us. Then some impromptu speeches / presentations, including a song by David Francey (married woman, Lyss, married woman!).</div><div><br></div><div>This then descended into a free-for-all jam / open mic that lasted the rest of the night.</div><div><br></div><div>A fabulous, fabulous day, surrounded by dear friends and family -- from as far away as Nova Scotia and Utah, and as close as around the corner. This was a true celebration of love, in all its forms. We hope everyone had as wonderful a time as we had!</div><div><br></div><div>Stay tuned for more tales of champagne and strawberries -- we've got a whole week's worth! :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Musically and celebratorily and lovingly,</div><div>Alyssa</div>The Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630512009-12-06T12:34:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00Home, sweet home!I'm sitting here at the kitchen table -- the same one that has made it into many songs, and even The Brights' CD cover -- with a beam of sunlight reaching across the room, one purring orange cat at my feet, one little grey cat announcing she's caught me a "mousie" (at least I hope it's her toy one...). We woke up to snow on the ground -- thank you, mother nature, for waiting until we got home! Little enough to be a shovel-job -- might even be enjoyable (did I just use my outside voice?!?).<br><br>We got home last night to two very happy cats who have not left us alone since. Our cat-sitting angel, Bernie, had organized the mail for us, we're pretty sure she cleaned the cat litter earlier in the day (wow! above and beyond, girl!), there was an obvious lack of hairballs around the house, and I think even the plants had been treated more kindly than they're used to. What a nice place to come home to! There was even a bouquet of flowers from our friends Paul and Deb, congratulating us on our engagement, a birthday message from Uncle Tim and Aunt Sherry on the answering machine, a nice note from Laura Bird who stayed here while we were away and she was playing FridayFolk, cards from our dear friend Ali... Geez, we should go away more often!!! (Not happening any time soon -- I'm going to have to force myself to get out of the house to get some grocery shopping done today!)<br><br>Looks like we racked up 4436 kilometres this trip. Time for another oil change! And, seeing all this white stuff outside our window, I guess it's time for us to get all the pre-winter preparations done. ;-) Better late than never, right? Unpacking, laundry, finances... the final tour tear-down ritual. Haven't figured out yet whether this tour was financially successful, but it certainly was a success in every other way. Our shows were always greeted with much enthusiasm, we met some really wonderful new people, got to see some old friends... definitely a worthwhile endeavour.<br><br>The Brights will be... well, a little dimmer over the next few weeks. :-) (No comments from the cheap seats!) We'll be hunkering down, planning the next tour (out west in late spring), and otherwise enjoying a fairly quiet December. Ahhh... I'll be criss-crossing the country in January -- from leading a "finding your authentic voice" workshop at an Integral Leadership Practice Retreat for Women in Nova Scotia, to performances of <span style="font-style: italic;">Sarah's Daughters</span> (Jeff Nisker's play about a woman whose family is battling a genetic form a breast cancer) with actress Martha Zimmerman in Victoria, BC. -- plus I'm starting to get "the itch" for a new solo CD, so there might be more activity at my <a href="http://alyssawright.blogspot.com/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Adventures in Cello-Land</span></a> blog in the near future.<br><br>But don't worry -- we'll definitely be staying in touch here if anything exciting happens! And if you really can't get enough information about The Brights, feel free to follow the minutiae of our musical lives at our <a href="https://twitter.com/brightsroots">Twitter feed</a> (yes, we're geeks, get over it!).<br><br>From my beautiful sunny kitchen in my home-sweet-home (and still in my jammies and fuzzy slippers and NOT in a car!), this is Alyssa Wright signing off.<br><br>'Til I blog again,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630522009-12-05T15:08:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00Homeward boundHi folks,<br><br>We just crossed the highway back into Ontari-ari-ari-o. Yippeee! It's been a great trip, but we're definitely looking forward to sleeping in our own bed tonight, and getting back into the old routine (whatever that is...)<br><br>Our Church Street Concert last night was much fun (it's apparently no longer called the Church Street Cafe, since they stopped having food at their concerts).<br><br>We arrived at Janice & David's home, just outside of Lennoxville, in the early afternoon. Janice had been kind enough to leave us a delicious stew for lunch, which was quite unexpected. :-) We had a nice visit with Dave, and then helped him load up his sound equipment -- Janice and Dave run this concert series pretty much single-handedly, which is an incredible amount of work, as I know all too well. We followed him to the hall in Lennoxville and helped unload.<br><br>While Dave got his sound and recording equipment set up (he does live recording of all the Church Street shows), we went to visit Janice at her book store down the road, Black Cat. What a great store!!! All that was missing was a cat. :-) She's got a combination of new releases at the front and used books at the back. It would have been very easy to spend the entire day there, but I managed to get out of there with one book each for my niece and nephew, and one for me (even though I haven't finished reading the one I bought in Halifax -- naughty me!).<br><br>Don finally found the new Rose Cousins album, "The Send Off", which he'd tried to find in Halifax but they were all sold out. We've been listening to it on the ride home today. It took us aback a bit at first, because it's so different from her first one -- but now we're on the 5th go-round (yes, really -- why do you think I keep saying Don would leave me for Rose Cousins in an instant?!?), and it's sinking in nicely. Quite brave of her, I think, to take such a departure from what worked so well on her first. Beautiful songs, as always, plus a "cover" of a Mary Margaret O'Hara tune that pushes her in directions we haven't heard her do before -- and are excited to hear her do now. She's got such a strong voice, it's nice to hear her sing in an... almost cabaret style, really. She's got the pipes!<br><br>But, ahem, back to us. ;-)<br><br>Back to the hall to do our sound-check. Dave usually just sets up two omni mics on stage, but the cello proved a wee bit overpowering for that approach -- so we had to do a bit of fiddling around, so it wasn't all me all the time. That hall has great acoustics, so not much was needed -- I think the main balance was for the recording.<br><br>Then we were off to CJMQ for a quick interview with Dave Teasdale. He'd definitely done his research, and it was fun to chat with him about our music, the tour, the album, and life in general.<br><br>A wee bite at the neighbourhood pizzeria hit the spot -- although didn't seem that wee a bite, once we were finished. Note to self -- split an order before a show. :-) Then back to the hall.<br><br>The Church Street Concerts have been having troubles keeping the numbers up over the past year or so, but it seemed a fair-sized audience. And certainly an enthusiastic and supportive one! Apparently, all the local cellists were there, and we had somehow managed to attract a bunch of the Bishop's students, who don't often come out to these shows. Yup, we attracted the young 'uns! (No mosh pit this time, though...)<br><br>We knew it was going to be a good night after we finished our first song, "A Good Day", and heard a loud "Whoop!" from the back of the hall -- and no, we didn't kidnap little Max and make him follow us around to all our concerts, this was a grown up. :-) There were similar reactions all the night through -- does an ego good!<br><br>At intermission, I found myself surrounded by the Lennoxville cellists (good band name, no?), asking about the carbon fibre cello, my foot percussion, etc., plus a young boy who liked my blue cello but wondered why there wasn't any food. Sigh... you can't keep everybody happy (a good control of the ego!). One of them even bought Don an apple cider -- geez, what is it with Don and female cellists? ;-)<br><br>The second set went just as well, and we even got a standing ovation and encore at the end. A great way to end our tour, I'd say!<br><br>Our final tear-down, and then back to Janice & Dave's where we were treated to late-night pizza and beverages. After saying "Not Enough Whiskey" was one of her favourites, Janice then offered up the single malt -- it would have been rude to say no, right?<br><br>This morning, we were treated to delicious blueberry pancakes and "Lyssy coffee" -- the really strong stuff. :-) We had a lovely lazy morning, and didn't really want to leave, but... the call of our very own bed tore us away at last.<br><br>Driving up highway 55 towards Montreal, we saw a sight that Wyatt would have loved -- Hot Air Balloons!!! If only we'd had the camera ready...<br><br>And here we are on the 401, halfway between Cornwall and the Ottawa turn-off. A perfect day for driving. But Don's been doing it all since we left Lennoxville, so I think it's my turn now. I imagine my next post will be from... you guessed it... HOME!!!<br><br>Musically,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630532009-12-04T11:07:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00Here comes the sun... doo-be-doo-dooo!Hi folks,<br><br>Friday morning, and we're driving to our last gig of the tour -- under MUCH nicer conditions than yesterday, lemme tell ya!<br><br>Almost as soon as we checked in, Don had a nice 2-hour nap at the motel. Fell asleep with his coat still on, no less, so finally woke up because he was too hot. :-) The idea of driving even to the ferry filled us with blech, so we opted instead to walk all the way next door to the Normandin. We had a nice waitress who giggled with us as we tried to remember our French, and then giggled as she tried to remember her English.<br><br>Considering that Normandin is basically a 24-hour truck stop, we were both pleasantly surprised with the quality of our meal. I had salmon on a bed of egg noodles and covered with a bruchetta-like topping. Don had ribs, and I managed to eat half his fries. I don't know why I was so hungry -- other than the stress of the drive, I guess. I thought I had ordered us a bottle of wine, but she brought us a full litre (hic!) carafe -- so it's a really good thing there were only 30 steps to our motel room. And yes, I was so hungry that we actually ordered dessert -- a rarity for us -- AND I finished all mine, plus a bite of Don's. And then Don got brave and ordered us "deux cafes Espagnol", just to make sure we slept well. Je suis si fier...<br><br>And here we are, on Autoroute 20, with sun and lovely blue skies peeking through the clouds at us. I almost need my sunglasses! It's making me smile. Ah, the simple things... Kind of like my nephew Wyatt the other day -- that kid grins at pretty much anything. We'd read some of my old Richard Scarry "Things That Go", and he became enamoured with the idea of a hot air balloon. Found a strawberry crate in the basement, declared it the basket for his hot air balloon, and played with it ALL DAY, excitedly crying "hot air balloon!!" about every five minutes. I think I'm there with the sunshine today. Sunshine!!! Sunshine!!!<br><br>Or -- and/or -- maybe it's just that I can feel us getting closer to home. Tomorrow night, I'll be sleeping in my own bed. Once again, I find myself encompassing two extremes -- the gypsy wanderer and the homebody missing her place. Balance, for me, never seems to end up being sitting comfortably in the middle. I think I'd be bored that way. Nope, it's the ever-moving teeter-totter of life that keeps me going. You don't appreciate what you have until it's gone... and then you really appreciate it when you get it back! We've got a few weeks of quiet when we get back. But I know I'm gonna fill it. After I watch the three weeks worth of my cheesy TV shows that I've taped. :-)<br><br>Ah, but here we are on the road, me and my one sweet constant -- who I don't seem to get bored of at all, what's with that? ;-) Enjoying the beauty of the day, and now needing to find the sunglasses that have been hidden at the bottom of my purse for days. Life is good. I'm already home, really.<br><br>Tonight, the Church Street Cafe in Lennoxville, QC. We're really looking forward to this one -- Don played there solo a number of years ago, but it's my first time there. Radio interview at 5pm, the rest of the day can be nice and relaxed. Did I mention life was good?<br><br>Musically,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630542009-12-03T18:21:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00It's OK Mom, we made it!Writing from the EconoLodge in Levis (using their complimentary wireless so as not to rack up any more charges on our internet stick), where we've stopped for the night.<br><br>Added bonus -- with the time change between New Brunswick and Quebec, we gained an hour, and it's only 6:30!<br><br>We had great visions of taking the ferry across to Old Quebec for a romantic dinner, but... I can hear my sweetie softly snoring on the bed behind me, so it might just be the next-door Normandin and a bottle of plonk from the depanneur -- will give the full food and beverage report later, if I don't start snoring too...<br><br>In the meantime, I've spent far too long staring at this screen, so I shall sign off for now. But we're here, we're alive, we have only 3 hours to drive tomorrow and it's 11 degrees there. May it stay that way!<br><br>In relief,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630552009-12-03T16:00:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00Whether 'tis nobler......to be driving behind the snow ploughs or in front of them? We've done each at various points today, and I'm hard-pressed to come up with an answer.<br><br>We had a lovely stretch of relief from the storms in western New Brunswick, but then the snow came back around Edmundston. Good thing we'd stopped for gas in Campbellton, too! Around Cabano, we realized we weren't going to make it to Quebec City for early dinner, so stopped for a late lunch, instead. By the time we get to Quebec City, we'll probably be nice and fashionably late.<br><br>So once again, we're in picture-perfect country, despite the quickly-fading light. More trees pregnant with snow, dark grey fog swimming in and out of the patches of snowflakes... We're about to get to Riviere-du-Loup, which means we'll be getting two lanes in each direction again. Of course, that also means we'll be getting a lot more transport trucks...<br><br>So, rather than entertain Don with my interpretive dance version of the Blair Witch Project, I think it's time to tell you all about the gorgeous moon we saw last night!<br><br>It was a full moon, of course, and quite the beauty. Just as we were driving across the Miramichi, we saw it starting to come up over the water, big and bright fiery orange, casting a warm glow over the then faintly-dusted-with-snow countryside. I wish the camera had been in a place we could reach... but it probably wouldn't have done justice to the scene. Magical!<br><br>We're back to rain, and fairly light rain, at that. But it gets so dark so early! We're going to head to Levis and then call it a day -- that'll make tomorrow an easy drive, and maybe we'll find a depanneur with a nice bottle of plonk. I think we've earned it today!!!<br><br>Thanks, again, for distracting me. :-)<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630562009-12-03T13:32:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00Between a truck and a hard place...Thank goodness we didn't take the logging road! And thank Dog we got the snow tires on.<br><br>There is coffee in Campbellton, and a very nice gas jockey at the Ultramar. I chastised myself for being bad and getting an apple fritter, but now I consider it a just reward -- I think my body is probably processing calories double-time, as we drive (well, Don drives...) through the Appalachians in alternating snow (snowballs, not snowflakes) and freezing rain, with one transport truck in front and one behind. Let's hope Mom doesn't read these blogs, for sure!<br><br>Around us, everything is picture-postcard beautiful. Evergreens hunched under blankets of snow. The ocean view now giving way to beautiful mountain vistas. The faint whisper of Alyssa hollering "slow down, we're all gonna die!!!"... The half a plastic Santa "caught" in the garage door, as if to hammer that thought home... Keeping our eyes peeled for Moose, with not many options if we do spot one... Oh yeah, that apple fritter was definitely justified. I may even have to order myself a plate of poutine once we hit the border -- heart-attack, schmart-attack. ;-)<br><br>The houses around here are all quite small and don't look like they'd survive the winds we're feeling -- don't think it's the richest part of the province along this highway -- but they're all cheerily painted and lovingly cared-for, and lots of big snow-encrusted Newfs and other large pups guarding the fort. The kids around here must have gotten a snow day, because we've been waved at by many cheery tykes. Why is it only grown-ups complain about this weather? Ah yes, the driving and "we're all gonna die" thoughts... (Mom, you should have stopped reading a long time ago...)<br><br>Hmmm... perhaps I should have called this blog entry "what goes up must come down", because after making our way up the mountain for half an hour, it looks like we're starting down. Let's hope that truck behind us has good snow tires!<br><br>Or maybe it should be "here comes the rain again", because here we are back into rainstorm. The roads snowless enough to make you cocky, until aforementioned large ruminant decides to skip across the highway... Maybe I should have gotten two apple fritters.<br><br>But thank goodness we didn't take the logging road... and thank Dog for snow tires.<br><br>And we're listening to our newest-favourite CD by Kev Corbett, "Son of a Rudderless Boat". "Driving Song" just came on... how apropos! "This single-lane roads and double-lane trucks... But don't worry hon, I ain't gonna die... without seeing your face" :-)<br><br>OK darlings, we're into plain rain now. Looking warmer now. "Hallelujah! See? I didn't die..."<br><br>Thanks for helping distract me.<br><br>Yes mom, I'll let you know when we hit Highway 2. ;-)<br><br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630572009-12-03T10:54:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00More surprisesHi folks!<br><br>Well, we're in the middle of our first winter storm, in northern New Brunswick. When we left Clifton this morning, it was just a little drizzly. We've driven through freezing rain, rain, hail, and now snow. Not pleasant. We keep driving by people stopped on the other side of the road -- not sure why it's so much worse coming the other way! Apparently, Quebec city is 11 degrees and raining -- so if we can make it through New Brunswick, it all should get better.<br><br>Fortunately, our hosts gave us better directions than MapQuest, otherwise we would have been in for even MORE of a surprise! Apparently, the "highway" those digital genii were going to send us on is actually a logging road, and our suspension would have been toast. Thank goodness for real people. :-)<br><br>But... backtrack to the first surprise from yesterday. Seems like even total strangers read my warbling from time to time. :-) I got a lovely note from one of the owners of the Brooklyn Warehouse, thanking me for my comments about the restaurant. Who knew? (Guess this means I should be more careful when complaining about Mom's pot roast, too -- you never know who's paying attention!)<br><br>The other surprise happened when I discovered that a friend I'd met from my Cannington days was now living just outside of Bathurst, NB. Kathryn was the minister at Wilfrid United Church, where I replaced the music director for a couple of summers, and now she's got a new charge in Clifton, NB. I suggested we pop in for a quick visit, and she invited us to spend the night, and give a wee concert to her choir, who was meeting for rehearsal that evening. Kathryn's husband Roger made us a delicious curry dinner, and we had a very nice visit before she headed over to choir practise. Practically the entire choir came back to the manse afterwards, and we did a little house concert. I think we've got them hooked -- Kathryn was making plans. ;-)<br><br>This morning, we had a quick breakfast (we were offered something fancier, but breakfast and I don't get along very well when we're in a hurry, and we wanted to try and avoid the worst of the storm), then got a nice tour of Kathryn's church before we headed off to brave the elements.<br><br>And now hear we are, about to make a pit stop in Campellton for a much-needed coffee. Yup, back to the food and beverage report! :-)<br><br>Adios,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630582009-12-01T15:32:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00The birthday weekend[Copied verbatim from Alyssa's blog -- apologies to those who read both!]<br><br>Hi folks,<br><br>Our final day in Halifax -- we'll be heading to Clifton, NB tomorrow evening for a visit with some of my friends from the old Cannington days, plus surprise last-minute mini-house-concert. Then Lennoxville Friday and... presumably, home!<br><br>Just waiting for the laundry to finish up before heading to the last play-time with Lilly and Wyatt (boo hoo). But thought I'd catch you up on the birthday weekend while I waited.<br><br>Saturday afternoon, we visited Don's cousins in Dartmouth -- they're such a fabulous family. They were very happy about the engagement, and I don't think Becky stopped smiling once! Becky has also convinced me (very little arm-twisting necessary!) to come to her Open Field Retreat in January and do a workshop in finding your authentic voice -- I can't wait! It was an all-too-short visit with Becky & Jim, Hugh & Chris and Lois, plus a phone call from Deb in Salt Lake City. But it was lots of fun, and we'll be seeing them again soon, I'm sure.<br><br>In the evening, Don took me out for my Birthday Eve dinner, just up the road at The Brooklyn Warehouse -- our favourite in the area. Apparently, it's become many others' favourite too, because we had to wait a little bit for a table, and it was quite busy for most of our dinner. Oh well, we enjoyed some fancy cocktails at the bar, so all was well! :-) We shared an appetizer of to-die-for hummus and pita. Main course was steak for Don (he always has the steak there), and a vegan angel hair "carbonara" for me, with smoked tofu -- never had it before, but I'll be keeping an eye out, because it's amazing (Don the tofu-hater even liked it!). Washed down, of course, with a lovely French Pinot Noir. Remembering the last time we ate there -- and the painful waddle home -- we opted to skip dessert this time, but had some Monte Christo coffees instead. Mmm-mmm!<br><br>Sunday morning, we got up early (musicians' early, anyhow) for the weekly Breakfast Club breakkie at Athens -- I think there were about 14 of us there this week. Then, in honour of my birthday, I had a two hour nap. :-)<br><br>And then the "surprise" party (not really a surprise, since Lilly had broken the news several weeks ago, and had talked about it almost every day we were here) at Mom's house. Lilly still yelled "surprise" with great gusto, though!!! She had made me a card that wished me Merry Christmas (a running joke, since nobody is "allowed" to decorate or sing Christmas carols until after my birthday in this family -- which means she's been singing carols at the top of her voice since I arrived!), plus a very colourful play-clay sculpture of somebody swimming in the swimming pool. Her parents gave me a great wine diary and a bottle of Rioja Gran Riserva to start me off. Funny, friends Sheila and Hugh also brought me wine -- a local brew which looks lovely too. Mom opted for the non-alcoholic present, giving me a lovely wood-block serving tray with sailboats, some lovely "live love laugh" magnets, and a CD from her recent trip to Newfoundland.<br><br>Food and beverages? Well... this is where it gets interesting. Pot Roast. Yes, pot roast was the main course served at my birthday. For those of you who don't know, I am a vegetarian and have been one for about two decades. Who would serve pot roast at a vegetarian's birthday party? Yup, my mother. This explains so much on so many levels, doesn't it? ;-)<br><br>But she redeemed herself with the traditional Wright-family birthday cake -- angel food with chocolate drizzles. Don is a convert. We ate the final slices of leftovers for breakfast this morning. :-)<br><br>Ah... and perfect timing. The laundry just finished, and I have to dash over to play with my niece and nephew. Life is rough...<br><br>Musically,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630592009-11-30T07:49:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00A lovely night at BrooksideHi folks!<br><br>A belated update on our Friday house concert at Brookside Cottage (hey, we've been busy!).<br><br>After our previous week's MacDonald Bridge delay, we decided to start of very early (especially on a Friday) to give ourselves time for traffic jams getting out of the city. Turns out we were a bit over-enthusiastic, though, because we got to Hubbards in no time at all -- and before our host, Maggie, had said she'd be home! So we did a little toodle through town -- a very sweet, picturesque place, for sure!<br><br>We drove in to Brookside Cottage, which is, indeed a brook-side cottage! We wish we'd gone there before it got dark, to see it in all its glory. Maggie had given us excellent directions (much better than MapQuest, which would have had us going north of Enfield, about an hour and a half the wrong way!), and as we came around the final corner, she had a sign for "Brookside Cottage" all done up in sparkly lights, just to be sure. We parked the car and then headed across the footbridge -- also done up in sparkly lights -- to the sweet little cottage.<br><br>Inside, Maggie, mom Pat and cousin Sally were cooking up a storm -- it was everything my real estate agent would have loved: the smell of cinnamon and cookies baking. What a welcome! Since we were about two hours early, we had lots of time to get set up and get to know everyone -- including Pumpkin, the cat who spent much of her time hiding under Maggie's bed, but did make a few appearances. All three of these women have had some great adventures, it seems -- Maggie is quite the world traveller, and Pat has joined her on an expedition to the Antarctic, while Sally has toured much of our own continent on her motorbike since retiring. They all had a great sense of humour and were tons of fun to spend time with!<br><br>It was a small but mighty "crowd" -- ten people, though I don't think there would have been much more room in there, it was pretty cosy! Maggie's original thought had been to present house concerts in the summer time, with artists performing on the porch, but silly us, we were there in November. :-) But that's just fine with us -- a smaller group means we can get to know everybody better!<br><br>Once again, though, it felt like we were following Taylor's ghost. We were Maggie's first house concert at the Cottage, but Taylor was supposed to play there in October, four days after she was killed. It really hammers things home, sometimes... we have to enjoy all these moments while they're here!<br><br>Ah yes, and the obligatory food and beverage report: Maggie et al had brewed up some lovely mulled wine, plus laid out a lovely spread of veggies and dips, oven-fresh cookies, etc. Guest Prisca brought a large Toblerone to share (mm-mmm!), Bob and Julia some mini chocolate-covered cheesecakes, and somebody else (sorry, forget who!) brought chocolate brownies. Decadent! We tried to save ourselves for after the show, though couldn't help a few nibbles at intermission...<br><br>After finally being able to enjoy a glass of that yummy-smelling mulled wine, we packed up our stuff, bid adieu to our host(s), and headed back to Hali. Unloaded the instruments at Mom's (still not home from her babysitting duties), and headed around the corner to Freeman's, where the kitchen is open until 5am -- our kind of place! We wanted to try some of the local suds, but they're renovating, so the only pump operating was Rickard's Red, sigh... I had a three-cheese penne with spinach salad, both of which were very good (except that I forgot to ask for no bacon, so had to fling bacon bits at my sweetie), and Don had the "Hot Little Italian" -- yes, with my permission! :-) It was another penne dish, but chock full of spicy italian sausage.<br><br>Alrighty, I've got to go over to Tarah & Daniel's house to look after Lilly and Wyatt now (feel sorry for me? don't think so...), so the rest of the weekend will be reported on later. (But yes, there was "the" cake -- not the same as "the" bread, since my mother makes it!).<br><br>Thanks, as always, for reading!<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630602009-11-26T21:12:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00What we've been doing on our Halifax vacation...Hello folks!<br><br>OK, yes, the rumours are true -- although it's probably the worst-kept secret in showbiz. The Brights are, indeed, well on their way to being The Brights for real and for true -- we are now officially engaged. :-)<br><br>In fact, the worst-kept secret kind of made itself made by being the worst-kept secret. At dinner with my family, Don let it slip we were trying to figure out where to get married. Ears were perked, champagne was poured, all was good. :-) So, the following morning, we broke it to the kidlets. Wyatt, of course, could have cared less... Lilly immediately shut the door to the hallway and started practising walking in a straight line with a bouquet full of flowers. So we might not know where or when or whatever... but apparently our flower girl is sorted out. ;-)<br><br>So... other than that... my Ontario cousin, Chris, was in Hali on business, so we had a grand family dinner at Tarah and Daniel's on Monday night! Funny how we have to go to a different province to see each other, aiyaiyai! But we had a great visit, and... ooh, perhaps a few too many bottles of wine between us all. Hey, it was the beginning of our time off, with family we love -- what the heck?<br><br>Tuesday morning, I took my nephew Wyatt to kindermusik. While he absolutely adores music (and has a great sense of rhythm), the greatest draw for him was the mosque being built next door! This boy is definitely going to be a crane operator when he grows up. Although he was equally as fascinated with the garbage pick-up on the way home: "someday, Wyatt ride on garbage truck!!!" Tuesdays are usually Wyatt's "special days" with Grammie -- this week, it was special day with Auntie Lyssy, and we made the most of it. :-)<br><br>After a fun day with my nephew, we headed west to Lunenburg, to visit with our friends Bob and Julia. We headed to the Tin Fish restaurant for dinner -- lovely food! -- where their friend Paul was playing, with his wife Eilidh and daughter were also visiting. A lovely evening. We stayed at Bob & Julia's beautiful house overlooking the sea, and stayed up into the wee hours catching up on everything. In the not-so-wee hours the next day, we headed back into Hali, through the drizzle and fog.<br><br>Wednesday night, we were on our own, and headed down to Quinpool to have dinner at the FANTASTIC "It's All Greek to Me". Cheezy name, yes, but the food and the service are INCREDIBLE!!! (It was all we could do to not sneak back there tonight.) Yes, I like food and wine. Yes, this is an amazing restaurant. Trust me. Go. :-)<br><br>Thursdays are usually Lilly's special days with Grammie -- which means I got her this week. She woke us up very gently this morning (she could teach grammie a few lessons in this department -- oops! did I use my outside voice?!?), with a whisper and a snuggle, and then she went to get Grammie to bring us coffee. I have obviously trained this child well!!!<br><br>Once coffee was administered, it was down to the kitchen to paint some ornaments for the Solstice tree. It's a running gag that there are to be no holiday decorations put up until after Sunday (my birthday), so she waxed eloquent on all the stores that have ignored the rule, plus the fact that her parents have put up a wreath already. It's fun that she's at the age where teasing is possible.<br><br>Her mom and dad were out looking at prospective schools for her for next year -- yikes, is she that old already?!? Her favourite so far is the Shambhala school, where they put on shows. Yup, my niece the showgirl, who'd-a thunk? (They also have a teeter-totter, which came a close second!)<br><br>Then it was a late visit to the bookstore (who can resist?), and dinner around the corner. It's now 10pm and we feel like it's 3am -- is that all the time with the kids, or are we finally feeling the effects of the champagne from the other day? Probably both...<br><br>Well, we're off to early slumber-land. Yes, believe it or not... Tomorrow is our final Nova Scotia show at Brookside Cottage -- so we'll need our beauty sleep. :-)<br><br>Thanks, as always, for reading,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630612009-11-25T15:02:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00Belatedly blogging about SundayHello folks and folkettes,<br><br>We've been away from the computer for a couple of days (gasp, sputter... yes, really!), so we're very sorry to have not reported on our Halifax CD Release concert yet! (I'm sure 0.2% of you felt your lives were incomplete, right?)<br><br>We had a great time, and MaryAnn has created a great space at The Company House -- not to mention, the walls are painted my favourite colour! (Uh, red, for those of you who haven't noticed...) Our friend David Francey had already been singing its praises -- he sure wasn't wrong! MaryAnn and her staff are very welcoming, and helped get us settled and set up. And she has one heck of a sound person in Dexter -- we were SOOO impressed with him! He creates the neatest stage I've ever seen (not easy, with the two of us and our gazillions of instruments), and brought the sounds up really quickly. Not to mention the cello actually sounded like a cello (let me tell you, that's depressingly rare!), we could hear ourselves and each other perfectly, and the volume levels were actually human.<br><br>We got a little nervous at 2:55, when there were only three other people in the bar for our 3:00 show, but... as my brother-in-law Daniel says, Haligonians seem to work on "island time", so by 3:10, the place was much more full (phew!). I have to say, it's probably the largest number of minors that have ever been in this bar -- Lilly and Wyatt came, of course, but many of Tarah & Daniel's friends also brought their kids. They all did very well, especially as we neared their dinner time -- no meltdowns that we heard, but we did hear a very enthusiastic "YAY!!!" from young Max after every song. We need Max at every show, it does wonders for the ego.<br><br>The grown-ups did very well, too. :-) We saw Michael Loveridge for the first time since we played Mersey House about two years ago -- looking mighty fine, too! Plus a bunch of folks who we'd met on our April tour, and a few complete newcomers -- we're not positive where some of them heard of us, but it's great that (good) word is spreading. Word of mouth is always the best publicity, bar none, and we very much appreciate all the recommendations people give us.<br><br>And, of course, the obligatory food and beverage report... We headed back to Tarah & Daniel's after the concert for dinner with the kids. Some very yummy chili, washed down with red plonk-in-a-box.<br><br>That's it for now! We'll report back on what we've been doing on the intervening days off shortly. Hope you're all having a great Wednesday.<br><br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630622009-11-21T19:23:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00Singing for our supper -- and actually getting supper this time!Hi folks!<br><br><span style="font-size:85%;">[Bits of this are being copied from my "Adventures in Cello Land" blog -- apologies to those who read both!]<br></span><br>Thisafternoon, Don and I paid a return visit to "Sing For Your Supper", a songwriters circle led every Saturday by our friend (and amazing songwriter) <a href="http://www.kevcorbett.com/">Kev Corbett</a> at <a href="http://thecarleton.ca">The Carleton</a> in Halifax. We got to do some of our solo stuff, which is rare these days, although we did cheat a bit and accompany each other from time to time. The other guest artists were Jadea Kelly and surprise guest David Borins (who is touring with Jadea).<br><br>It was a fun afternoon, and there was a larger audience there than we'd had the last time we played the series. We made some new friends, and made a new connection that might prove profitable in the long run... (not saying it out loud yet, I don't want to jinx myself!)<br><br>Kev gave us a copy of his yet-to-be-released CD, <span style="font-style: italic;">Son of a Rudderless Boat</span>, which I'm really looking forward to hearing. Jadea and David also gave us their CDs, so we'll have some pleasant listening material on the road, for sure! This was the first time I had heard either of them, and it was a treat. Although David did a song about disliking women who drink whiskey... he promised me it was just a song. :-) I countered, of course, with <span style="font-style: italic;">Not Enough Whiskey</span> -- dodge, parry, thrust!<br><br>Unlike last time, we actually got to stay for dinner -- The Carleton has great food, let me tell you! Don had the ribs in... some sort of brandied BBQ sauce. I had curried penne with shrimps and scallops, mmm-mmm, and a nice Australian Merlot whose name I've already forgotten. Hopefully Kev will invite us back a third time, so we can sample more of the menu. :-)<br><br>Actually, we might be heading back next Monday, if we aren't busy visiting family -- David Myles is playing that night. We saw him at Shelter Valley this summer, and would love to see a full night of him!<br><br>Well, I'm off to tuck my niece into bed. Hope everyone's having a great weekend!<br><br>Just in case we haven't hammered it home -- our Halifax CD release is tomorrow afternoon at The Company House. We'd love to see you there!!! 3:00 pm, and a mere $6 -- that works out to less than a dollar per instrument you see on stage!!! :-)<br><br>Hope to see you there,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630632009-11-20T12:11:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00A grand evening at the Rose & KettleHi folks!<br><br>Well, last night at the <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://roseandkettleconcertsessions.blogspot.com/">Rose & Kettle Concert Sessions</a> was tons o' fun -- what a great evening!<br><br>It was a bit of an adventure getting there... MapQuest said the drive would be about 20 minutes, so we left about an hour and a half before our "sound check" time, with the plan that we'd stop somewhere in Cole Harbour for a quick bite before the show. Well... MapQuest doesn't quite understand how tricky it is to get across the MacDonald Bridge in late afternoon! I think we spent about 45 minutes just driving the three or so blocks TO the bridge... aiyaiyai, we poor Orillians aren't used to rush hour anymore. :-) But we finally made it on to the highway and off at the proper exit, with just enough time to dash into a Tim's for a take-out sandwich -- so much for a leisurely nibble. After driving a few more minutes, we hit a dead end and water -- oy! We had, somehow, turned ourselves around the wrong way on Portland, and had to double back to get to the right spot. We finally got there, only a few minutes past our original plan, to find the crew getting set up.<br><br>The <a href="http://coleharbourfarmmuseum.ca/tearoom.html">Rose & Kettle Tearoom</a> is part of an old farmhouse in the <a href="http://coleharbourfarmmuseum.ca/">Cole Harbour Heritage Farm Museum</a> -- a little gem hidden amongst the malls and hustle of the city. Beautiful old wood structure, antique teacups lining the walls, work by local artisans for sale, and some delicious-looking baked goods! (There I go, talking about food again...) Vince Morash hosts these concerts, under the auspices of the <a href="http://www.harbourfolk.ca/">Harbour Folk Society</a>, every Thursday night (minus the summertime). Wearing my OFS hat, I couldn't help but be a teensy bit jealous that they can present concerts every week -- imagine how many more great acts I could bring in! Ah, sigh...<br><br>Vince is a fabulous host! We are, as you know, rather loathe to toot our own horn, but he was constantly reminding the audience about our CDs for sale, our mailing list, AND our CD Release Concert at The Company House on Sunday, AND our individual appearances at "Sing For Your Supper" at The Carleton on Saturday. We didn't have to do any "tooting" whatsoever!<br><br>It's a tremendously supportive audience, too. We knew it would be a good night when George walked in, bought a CD and had us autograph it before we'd played a note! (Fortunately, he didn't ask for his money back after the show...) Very friendly and welcoming people -- we had a chance to chat with a few folks ahead of time (as we scarfed down our aforementioned fast food and tried to put a set list together -- which we later ignored, of course), and chatted with a bunch more -- many of them musicians and songwriters, themselves -- at intermission and afterwards. (Vince and his partner Pixie said they enjoyed presenting these concerts because they always got home before 10pm -- I think last night was an exception, though, unless they live next door!)<br><br>It was such a positive night, we left with big smiles on our faces and a few new friends. This is why we love these nights SOOO much better than the battling-with-the-cappucino-machine gigs. Call me Pollyanna, but it feels so good to share yourself with a community and know that they got something nice out of it. That's what it's all about!<br><br>On our way back in to Halifax (which took a lot less time than getting out, I can tell you!), we had a brief chat with our cat- and house-sitter extraordinaire, Bernie. Apparently, she likes food stories too, because she had one to share as well! She saw a coveted jar of Arnie's Latvian Dills (made by our friend Arnie Ivsins, A.D. of the <a href="http://www.barriefolk.com/">Barrie Folk Society</a>), and thought we wouldn't mind if she swiped one. Sadly, a macho firefighter had closed the lid, and she couldn't open the darned thing -- so close, and yet so far! I have now told her where she can find the jar opener (front of the cutlery drawer, to the left of the fridge, Bernie!), so hopefully there will be some missing pickles by the time we come back. :-)<br><br>And no tour posting would be complete without a food and beverage story of our own. So... after we dropped off the instruments in Mom's living room, we walked down the road to Quinpool and headed in to Freeman's pub -- which apparently serves food until 5am, oh happy day! Don had a yummy-looking penne with chicken and broccoli in a light cream sauce with a side salad (his first vegetable in a few days, aiyaiyai!). I wasn't quite so hungry, so opted for the mozzarella sticks (one of my filthy addictions, especially after a performance!) and stole a piece of his garlic bread. We both tried the Propeller Porter -- a local brewery, and the porter was really good! So good, we grabbed a second -- which the waitress forgot to charge us for, and was very thankful when we pointed out her mistake. So there ya go, we were good citizens. :-)<br><br>Now Don has headed out to buy himself a new hat, and I'm waiting for a conference call. After that, we'll be heading around the corner to wake up Lilly and Wyatt from their naps, spend the afternoon playing, and then have a nice dinner with their parents -- the first time we'll actually see Tarah and Daniel since arriving in Nova Scotia!<br><br>Hope you're all enjoying this beautiful Friday.<br><br>Musically,<br>Alyssa & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630642009-11-19T15:13:00-05:002014-11-02T16:39:22-05:00The tour has begun...Hi folks!<br><br>We're already on day 3 of our tour, and finally getting down to this business of blogging, after a couple of not-so-subtle requests. :-)<br><br>The GREAT news is that Don's back medication worked very well, and the driving was not so bad at all -- which was especially important on day 1, when we had to put over 12-1/2 hours on the road. Thank Dog for whoever had the good sense to invent anti-inflammatories!<br><br>So yes, day one was just driving... driving... driving... We didn't encounter any moose or deer at their various crossing signs, although there was a wayward donkey catching a snack in a ditch east of Quebec City. Spent the night in Cabano with a nice bottle of red we snagged from the depanneur earlier that evening -- oh yes, it's like April all over again, except I forgot to make a note of what kind it was... Italian, I know, and quite good, considering we got it at the same place we filled up the car and Don bought fruit squirts (they had no wine gums -- how's a man supposed to tour?!?).<br><br>That left us with only five hours we had to drive yesterday, before our gig in Sackville, NB. A nice coffee house (avec biere) called the Bridge Street Cafe. The first thing we saw when we walked in was a now-laminated poster of Taylor Mitchell, for the gig she played there just a few weeks ago... We counted our blessings and tried not to let it get to us.<br><br>Unfortunately, OUR posters had still not arrived (curse you, Canada Post -- three business days, my arse!!!), so there were many patrons who were (pleasantly, we hope) surprised that there was music happening that night, and we found ourselves explaining to many people who the heck we were.<br><br>The staff at the Bridge Street Cafe are all very nice, and quite supportive and enthusiastic. A nice crew, although they could, perhaps, have run the cappucino machine at some more opportune moments than, say, the beginning of our quiet instrumental <span style="font-style: italic;">After</span> (like, I dunno... AFTER!).<br><br>Here, we also found ourselves part of a young student's term paper, which was kind of interesting. He's doing a double major in music and psychology, and is writing about sound in urban spaces. This was phase one of his project, where he records some typical sounds in various places -- a cafe, library, and... I forget the others. The next stage, he's going to mix things up a little, and introduce atypical sounds into the same places -- he's also going to write a composition that brings everything together in the end. Very cool, and we had an interesting conversation with him about music and sound and stuff.<br><br>We also met Edward, who seems to be Sackville's number one music fan -- I think he spends a lot of time listening to live music, and apparently plays a bit too. We ate dinner with him on our break (FABULOUS food at this cafe!!!), and talked about many musical things. Our friend David Francey is playing in Sackville tonight, so we told Edward (and anyone else who stood still long enough) to go check him out -- any Sackvillians reading this post should get their cute fannies out the door too! Sackville United Church, David Francey -- go, you won't regret it! :-)<br><br>After the show, we headed back on the highway for the final two-hour drive to Halifax -- avoiding aforementioned deer and moose, which is good, because Edward was very concerned about our safety along that stretch, which was making me very nervous! Got in to a very dozy Mom, who said hello and then went right back up to bed, leaving us alone with the plonk-in-a-box. (silly woman...)<br><br>This morning, we were wakened by the lovely Lilly, my four-year-old niece, and she and I spent the morning baking sugar cookies. Can't get any better than that...<br><br>Don's now tapping his toes to get me out the door in time to grab a sandwich before our show tonight, so I'd better vamoose (how the heck do you spell that?). Tonight we're playing for the HarbourFolk Society at the Rose & Kettle Concert Sessions in Cole Harbour. Don met some of these folks when he was out this way recording our friend Bob Ardern this summer, but I'm looking forward to meeting them myself. It sounds like a great venue, too. And did I mention they have baked goods? :-)<br><br>OK, I'll stop talking about food and wine, but just for a little while... (We're staying at Mom's house tonight, so it'll just be plonk-in-a-box, anyhow!)<br><br>Thanks, as always, for reading!<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630652009-06-13T15:55:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:23-05:00Mariposa schedulingHi Folks!<br><br>We've received a tentative schedule of The Brights appearances at Mariposa, and thought we'd let y'all know. Don and Alyssa will also be doing a couple of workshops individually, so we're including those here too.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saturday, July 4</span><br><br>12:30 pm - The Brights in concert: "Live Love Dream" at the Barnfield Stage<br><br>3:30 pm - "Heartache & Heartbreak" at the Mariposa Pub, with Basia Bulat, Aengus Finnan, The Brights and The John Henrys<br><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunday, July 5</span><br><br>11:00 am - "My Favourite Instrument" at the Bohemian Embassy, with Bram Taylor, George Gao, Prosad and The Brights<br><br>12:00 pm - "How'd Ya Write That One?", with The Skydiggers, Don Bray and Steph Dunn<br><br>3:00 pm - "A Good Song... Or Two" at the Bohemian Embassy, with Adam Crossley, Alyssa Wright, Daniel Roth and Ken Voita<br><br>10:00 pm - "A Mixture of Sound" at the Mariposa Pub, with Prosad, Shout Sister Shout and The Brights<br><br><br>We'll let you know if anything changes!<br><br>Musically,<br>Alyssa & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630662009-05-07T00:23:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:23-05:00Alyssa has conquered the code!Hello everyone,<br><br>I'm happy to report that it looks like the online store is finally up and running. Which means you can now purchase your copy of <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Brights</span>' <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Live Love Dream</span> online at <a href="http://takenotepromotion.com/store/index.php?cPath=24">http://takenotepromotion.com/store/index.php?cPath=24</a>.<br><br>We're letting fans and followers know about the store before announcing it to the general public -- both as a "thank you", and a hope that you'll be kind about any glitches you find. If you do have any problems, use the "contact us" page to let us know, and we'll fix it as soon as possible.<br><br>I'm now going to take my bleary eyes away from the computer for several solid hours -- yippeee!<br><br>Musically,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630672009-05-05T19:57:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:23-05:00"Live Love Dream" now available onlineHi folks!<br><br>Online sales of <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Live Love Dream</span> are now available via <a href="http://cdbaby.com/cd/brights">CD Baby</a>. Please note this is a U.S. site and will charge you U.S. dollars - Alyssa's still struggling with the code, but there should be a site up VERY SOON that will accept Canadian dollars, Euros, whatevertheheck you want to pay us with. :-)<br><br>We'll let you know as soon as our online store is "live" -- in the meantime, you eager folks can check out our <a href="http://cdbaby.com/cd/brights">CD Baby</a> page (there are also 30-second clips available of ALL our songs on that page).<br><br>Thanks, as always, for your support!<br>Alyssa & DonThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630682009-05-02T11:53:00-04:002017-01-15T22:52:26-05:00CD Release Time!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_h2Ry9DLfA/Sfxvl9LI3vI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2QOCYwO4Qjc/s1600-h/LLD-Cover.jpg"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/_T_h2Ry9DLfA/Sfxvl9LI3vI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2QOCYwO4Qjc/s400/LLD-Cover.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331258756766949106" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" /></a><br>Hi folks,<br><br>Only one more sleep until the day we've been gearing up for -- the CD release concert for our debut album as <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Brights</span> - <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Live Love Dream</span></span>. We can't wait to share it with you!<br><br>For those of you who have miraculously managed to avoid my pestering until now... [ggg] We are releasing <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Live Love Dream</span></span> tomorrow, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunday May 3</span>. Please note this is a *matinee concert* that starts at <span style="font-weight: bold;">2:00 pm</span> - we wouldn't want you missing all the fun! The show takes place at <span style="font-weight: bold;">Hugh's Room</span> in Toronto - 2261 Dundas St. W., at Roncesvalles, just south of Bloor Street, near the Dundas West subway). Reservations are recommended for their fabulous Sunday Brunch menu, starting at noon - check out their menu online to get your mouth watering! Tickets are <span style="font-weight: bold;">$14 in advance</span> if you hurry up and book right away, or <span style="font-weight: bold;">$16 at the door</span>. Give them a call at 416-531-6604, or book online at <a href="http://www.hughsroom.com/">http://www.hughsroom.com</a>.<br><br>Copies of <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Live Love Dream</span></span> will, of course, be available for sale at the concert release (we're bringing the Sharpies!), as well as some posters our friend <a href="http://gregking.ca/">Greg King</a> is making for us, featuring the cover photo he took of us for the CD.<br><br>In the meantime, I'm spending today trying to get the final glitches out of our online store, so the CD will be available to all you not able to make it to the show. Keep your fingers crossed for my inner computer geek - I will let you know when the huge sigh of relief takes place (or when I start accepting tequila donations [ggg]).<br><br>Hope to see you at Hugh's Room!<br><br>Musically,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630692009-05-01T20:52:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:23-05:00Well, so much for the road...Internet access was hard to come by for much of our trip, so I'm afraid you'll have to get a condensed version now!<br><br>We had a wonderful time at the Joy Laking Gallery in Portapique, NS -- her art is absolutely gorgeous, and it was an honour to play surrounded by it!<br><br>The Carleton is an amazing venue -- Halifax musicians are very lucky, indeed! Mike and Mike (the owners) are tremendously artist-friendly, and they will actually kick an audience member out if they make too much noise while the musicians are performing! (Didn't happen when we were there, but it's their policy, and it's apparently been done.) Thanks so much to our friend Kev Corbett for inviting us to "Sing For Your Supper" -- a new series he's hosting there. April Hayward was the other featured performer -- a beautiful voice, keep an ear out for her when she releases her debut CD later this year.<br><br>And then it was our house concert at Anne & Arch's at Boutiliers Point (just outside of Halifax). What a spectacular house and a spectacular view! I'd be writing songs at the kitchen table all day long if I had a view of the bay and islands... It was their first time hosting a house concert, which Acoustic Roof's dynamo Paula Fredericks talked them into doing for us. They invited us back, so I guess we didn't scare them away from the concept!<br><br>Our final stop in the maritimes was Crumbs cafe in Fredericton, NB, where I finally got to collect my hugs from online buddy Dirk Dillinger (who booked us in). Met some new friends in a new city, and had a fun evening. As an added bonus, Linsay Nickum came out from behind the counter and treated us to a few of her songs too -- another talented lady. :-)<br><br>We had a lovely stop near Lennoxville on our way home with Janice and David, who will be hosting us at the Church Street Cafe in December. It was a nice way to finish off the trip, and if anyone ever needs a map drawn, Janice is your girl -- even I, the queen of getting lost, could not POSSIBLY have gotten lost with Janice's map in my hand. I'll take Janice's route over Mapquest's, any day (the way they sent us in was... er... one of the more creative routes I've ever seen!).<br><br>And so, we got home and into the mad rush of preparing for the CD Release. Which, incidentally is this Sunday. So you just KNOW I'm going to be blogging again shortly. :-)<br><br>Musically,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630702009-04-11T23:02:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:23-05:00Notes from the road -- Sussex, NBWe're back at our motel, "The Covered Bridge", having had a really fun evening. We've got internet access and a nice bottle of Fat Bastard wine, so life is good. The weather forecast predicted 10-15cm of snow here tonight, but so far it's just rain. We're hoping the roads will be OK tomorrow, but are not in a rush so will drive slow (you're welcome, Mom!).<br><br>Tonight, we played at The Broadway Cafe in Sussex, New Brunswick. Things were looking a little ominous when we arrived. Neil Young had a big show in Saint John, just 45 minutes away, PLUS the local high school had their big musical "Grease" on this weekend, plus... well, it's Easter weekend. It all seemed a little grim, frankly.<br><br>But, WOW! The crowd may have been small, but it sure was enthusiastic!!! The Brights even had our very first mosh pit. :-)<br><br>Randi has a beautiful cafe -- the menu (yes, here I go on about food again...) is incredible, it was so hard to choose! Plus they've got the local Pump House brew on tap, which is quite tasty indeed. I had their Scallops Florentine for dinner which... oh... was amazing. We were hoping they'd be open tomorrow so we could try something different too, but they're closed Sundays - sigh.<br><br>Anyhow, off my tummy and on to the rest of the evening.<br><br>As I mentioned, the turnout was small. We didn't mind so much, since this is the first time either of us has performed in New Brunswick, so we figured anybody showing up was a bonus... not to mention the fact that Neil Young was our competition!!! Early in the evening, there were a few guests on their way to the musical, but then they left, rather apologetically.<br><br>Nevermind, we ploughed through. And then a bunch of young'uns showed up. And started dancing! Never had that happen before... but it was tons of fun, so we switched around our setlist to put more of our faster stuff in there, to keep them going. And they kept going. I think my knees might have gone out by then, but... these were young 'uns. ;-) Mosh pit. The Brights had a mosh pit. Who'd-a-thunk?!?<br><br>We finished our second set, and then our waitress's parents arrived, so she asked me to sing "Sweat" again for them. I obliged, thinking it might be a tad on the rude side for the elderly... until I noticed that her parents were pretty much the same age as I -- HOLY CRAP! Am I seriously old enough to have a child old enough to be waiting tables?!? Apparently so... Did I mention the young 'uns? Does the fact that I'm calling them young 'uns tell you anything? ;-)<br><br>Anyhow, I sang "Sweat" again, to an even more raucous reception than the first, partly because the young 'uns had already memorized the lines about vaseline, etc. 'Twas quite fun. Don then threw in a bunch of his kick-ass guitar pieces, which got them dancing again. And we just kept going until the cows came home... well, no cows, really, but until the end of our set. :-)<br><br>We even got an encore. Well... to be honest, the only way they were going to give us our beer was if Don played an encore. :-) What's a thirsty folkie to do?!?<br><br>We had such a fun time, and even got a bunch of hugs out of it, so all is well in folk-land (I love hugs!). We've been invited back in the fall, provided we steer clear of Neil Young concerts or major holidays. We definitely intend to return. Imagine how much fun we'd have with a full house?!?<br><br>So... now we're putting our feet up, hoping the snow isn't too bad, drinking some tasty beverages and chatting with you folks. Tomorrow, we head to Halifax for some family time and Easter brunching. We'll check in when we have a chance!<br><br>Musically, and now with an empty glass (must remedy this!)<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630712009-04-11T22:48:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:23-05:00Notes from the road -- Perth, ONHi folks!<br><br>We're just checking in after the second concert of our mini "pre-release" tour, tonight in Sussex, NB.<br><br>Didn't get a chance to report on our first concert yet. We played Thursday night in Perth, Ontario -- a concert set up by our friend Sue Tennant (Music on McLean house concerts) at The Crown Pub and Restaurant. We had a lot of fun, and got a chance to see many friends we haven't seen for ages.<br><br>The Crown has music nights every Thursday and Saturday, but apparently it's usually cover bands playing. This made us a little nervous, since the only covers we do are by our friends, and we have never learned all the words to "Free Bird" or "American Pie"... It might have made the owners a little nervous too, but fortunately Sue is a very persuasive soul, and she talked them in to hiring us.<br><br>Well, if any of us had misgivings, they were all gone by the end of the night. It was one of the most attentive audiences we've had to date -- they were paying attention, whooping it up when the song called for it, and waiting until the last chord faded away on the slow songs (you could have heard a pin drop) before applauding. This was definitely the most appreciated either of us has ever felt at a bar gig!<br><br>Adam Tennant did our sound, and did a fabulous job. That wasn't an easy room to control, and he got it just right. Many thanks to him for stepping in!<br><br>Some food notes -- the Angel Hair pasta was to die for. :-) (Hey, vegetarians don't get a lot of choice on the road, but this was terrific!)<br><br>Friday was spent driving like maniacs through La Belle Province. And today... well, you'll just have to read the next entry to find out about today!<br><br>Musically, and with a very nice glass of wine in my hand,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630722009-03-30T11:51:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:23-05:00The Brights are charting high today!Hey folks,<br><br>Thanks to so many of you checking out our new tunes, we actually reached the #1 spot on ReverbNation's "Folk Music" charts for the area (#88 nationally). Not quite winning a Juno, but we'll take it! :-)<br><br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630732009-03-29T17:42:00-04:002017-02-04T05:53:28-05:00Sneak preview of "Live Love Dream" now onlineHello again!<br><br> We just wanted to let you know that a "sneak preview" of the title track from "Live Love Dream" is now available for your listening pleasure. We'll be putting a couple more songs up soon, but that's all you get for now. :-)<br><br> You can listen via our website at <a href="http://thebrights.ca">http://thebrights.ca</a>, or you can go directly to the source, and visit <a href="https://www.reverbnation.com/brights">https://www.reverbnation.com/brights</a>. If you feel so inclined, sign up as a fan there -- we'll be putting some fan-exclusive tracks up next week.<br><br> Preview CDs will be available to the media this week -- please contact us for a copy.<br><br> Now that the CD is out of our hands (gulp!), we'll be re-vamping (aw, who are we kidding? -- VAMPING!) the website and other such chores that have fallen by the wayside. We'll keep you posted! And if you just can't get enough of our ramblings, you can follow our new blog at <a href="http://brightsroots.blogspot.com/">http://brightsroots.blogspot.com/</a>.<br><br> Don't forget the May 3 CD Release party at Hugh's Room! 2:00 pm, $14 in advance, $16 at the door, visit <a href="http://www.hughsroom.com">http://www.hughsroom.com</a> or call 416-531-6604 for reservations (they've got a fabulous Sunday brunch menu!).<br><br>Musically,<br>Don and AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630742009-03-28T00:27:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:23-05:00It is done!Yes, folks, the mastering happened this afternoon, and the final disc was delivered to our manufacturer at 4:30pm. It's completely out of our hands now -- have yet to decide whether that's a good or bad thing!<br><br>We'll be getting a couple of samples up for you shortly.<br><br>But first... a long-awaited nap!<br><br>Musically,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630752009-03-27T08:20:00-04:002014-11-02T16:39:23-05:00Off to masteringHi folks!<br><br>Those of you who know me are probably very surprised I'm up at this hour, but... Don just left for Toronto, with our final mixes in hand. He's taking them to Phase One for final mastering by George Seara (he's mastered all our recent CDs), then will be dropping off the final package at our manufacturer's. Yahoo! Is it really over?!?<br><br>Well, no... the recording part's over. Now the PR kicks into high gear. Which is probably why I couldn't get back to sleep after Don left -- brain's just a-whirring!<br><br>We'll have our own mastered copy later today, so any of you media types who want a preview, let me know, and I'll get it in the post for Monday. In the meantime, I'll be designing posters, re-vamping press kits, and... ugh... finally getting around to re-hauling the website.<br><br>But first, COFFEE!<br><br>Musically,<br>AlyssaThe Brightstag:thebrights.ca,2005:Post/32630762009-03-26T20:02:00-04:002017-01-15T22:52:26-05:00Update - CD news and Eastern travels<div class="content"> <div class="snap_preview">
<p>Hello everyone!</p> <p>It’s been busy-busy-busy around here, but we’ve got some exciting news about the new CD, a mini-tour announcement for our April trip out east, and a request for help in filling in some gaps. Forget saving the best ’til last, we’ll give it to you right up front:</p> <p><strong>CD NEWS</strong></p> <p>We’ve been hiding in the studio for what seems like forever, but we’re thrilled to announce that our debut CD “Live Love Dream” will be heading into manufacturing tomorrow. The official CD release will be Sunday, May 3, 2:00-4:00 pm at Hugh’s Room in Toronto — we’ll be sending out more details to Toronto-area folks about the show soon, and they’ll also be up on our website (http://thebrights.ca). We’ll be getting audio samples up on the website shortly, and will have preview copies available for the media later this weekend. As soon as we have copies in hand, we’ll be announcing how you can take them off our hands!</p> <p><strong>APRIL SHOWS</strong></p> <p>Before all the CD Release hullabaloo, though, there are a few other shows we’d like to tell you about. We’ll have some “sneak preview” copies of the new CD for eager easterners!</p> <p>Thursday, April 9 — Perth, ON — The Crown Pub & Restaurant<br>We’ll be playing from 6:30 - 10:00, and there’s no cover<br>Music by Alyssa Wright, Don Bray, and The Brights<br>Come for The Crown’s candlelight steak night, or just join us for a drink or two and an evening of entertainment.</p> <p>Saturday, April 11 — Sussex, NB — The Broadway Cafe<br>Show starts at 7:30, tickets are $12<br>73 Broad Street, Sussex, NB<br>Reservations are recommended, (506) 433-5414 or info@broadwaycafe.ca<br>This is a new venue and city for us, so if you’re in the area, please come and say hi!</p> <p>Saturday, April 18 — Halifax (Boutilier’s Point), NS — House Concert<br>An intimate evening at Anne and Arch’s<br>Show starts at 7:00, tickets are $15<br>Contact anne@bayhammocks.com for reservations.</p> <p>Sunday, April 19 — Fredericton, NB — Crumbs Cafe<br>Show starts at 8:00, tickets are $8<br>551 King St., Fredericton, NB<br>Call 506-472-8106 for directions and details.</p> <p><strong>VENUE SEARCH — Nova Scotia, Quebec</strong></p> <p>As you can see in the schedule above, we’ve still got a fair amount of “free time” available. We’ll be staying with family in Halifax during that stretch, and while it’s always nice to visit with the family… you know us, we love to play!!! So if you have a hankering to host a house concert, or have a coffee house or listening room venue, we’d love to hear from you!</p> <p>We’re specifically looking for opportunities in Nova Scotia (anywhere in the province) Tuesday, April 14 through Thursday April 16.</p> <p>We’d also be happy to find en-route engagements (or even a friendly couch to sleep on <g>) in La Belle Province on Friday, April 10 (yes, that’s Good Friday — no, we’re not holding our breath!) and Monday, April 20. If the 20th works out, we’d also be looking for something Ottawa-ish on Tuesday, April 21.</g></p> <p>Yes, we realize this is late notice, but figured it didn’t hurt to ask! Now that we’re no longer recording-obsessed, we promise to plan better next time. <img src="//s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt=":-)" /> </p> <p>We’ll let you know about the CD as soon as it arrives. In all our spare time (?!?), we will also (finally!) be giving our website a major overhaul, so stay tuned!</p> <p>Musically,<br>Don and Alyssa</p> <p>The Brights<br>Don Bray and Alyssa Wright - Soulful roots music, tinged with blues, gospel, and a touch of gypsy spirit<br>mailto:brights@thebrights.ca<br>http://www.thebrights.ca</p> </div>
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