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April 17, 2007
Happy 80th, Audrey
Audrey and Dave dancing at Audrey's 80th birthday party at Ashbridges Bay Yacht Club, Toronto.
Chis came flying through the door last Thursday, shortly after noon. Our bags were packed, ready to catch our 3:30 flight to Toronto. I was on the phone with the airline. Our flight had been cancelled because of the heavy rain, and there was no way we would get to Toronto that day. So much for dinner with Chis’ family.
We arrived in Toronto on Friday in time for lunch with Katherine and Michael, dropped our things off at Jim & Luc’s house, and headed out for drinks, dinner and opera with David & Audrey. We saw “Luisa Miller”, one of Verdi’s early operas, in the new Performing Arts Centre, and it was wonderful.
On Saturday morning, we went to a Bikram yoga class before brunch with David and Alex. While checking in for our class, I noticed David’s name on the list. Sure enough, he had decided to come see what we had been raving about. We think he’s hooked. We had a wonderful brunch, following which Alex drove us down to Ashbridges Bay Yacht Club for Audrey’s 80th birthday party, complete with music by Peter Appleyard’s jazz trio. After the party, we hopped in a cab back to Jim & Luc’s house for dinner.
We met up with my parents for brunch on Sunday, and they drove us to the airport to catch our flight. We arrived in loads of time, and about 20 minutes before boarding, the airline cancelled our flight. I immediately called the airline on my cell, and they confirmed us on a flight Monday morning. Having cleared US Customs in Toronto airport, we had to clear back through Canadian Customs, and fetch our checked luggage. By the time we got outside for a breath of fresh air, we decided to check-in to the Sheraton hotel at Terminal 3.
We took a room on the “Club” floor, where they have a lounge with snacks and drinks. We read the newspaper, checked email, and had a glass of wine. Three women walked in and we overheard them say that they had just come off a flight that left Toronto, tried to land in New York, and turned back because it was so rough. They had started from Calgary earlier in the morning. They were pooped. We had a wonderful visit with them.
At last, we got on our flight Monday morning and made it back to New York. Shock of shocks, our flight was on time!
Posted by dave at April 17, 2007 04:09 PM