I’ve just come off two weeks of working 9am to 5pm, 5pm to 9pm, with a weekend of obligations in between, so my time with SharkBoy had seriously taken a hit. I believe that these last two weeks have been the most time we’ve been “apart” since we got married. I airquote apart<\/em> because I would see him for the couple waking hours we had during the weeknights. <\/p>\n

To celebrate, SharkBoy dragged us out of the house at 8:30am this morning. He scolded me for wearing a tee shirt while he put on a nice pink golf shirt – which I thought was a bit dressy for a Sunday morning without any hope of going to church – I would later learn why my manner of dress would come into play, but at the time I thought nothing of it. We grabbed a tea, some breakfast and a nice long walk. We hit the AMC at Dundas Square for an early showing of The Sorcerer’s Apprentice<\/em>. <\/p>\n

We have certain Disney movie obligations, being superfans. <\/p>\n

It was ok. Very Bruckheimer. The Fantasia homage in the middle of it was a bit lacking, but it ran along in a great summer movie kind of way. Nice to see the Borg Queen getting work so long after Star Trek. I’d give it a 3 out of 5 wands. <\/p>\n

At the end of the show, SharkBoy says “Come on! We have 30 minutes to get to the other theatre for Inception<\/em>!” and we take off for the next theatre.<\/p>\n

As we’re walking past the Opera House, he suddenly announces: “I gotta pee. Do you think they’ll let me in to use their washroom?”<\/p>\n

The front of the Opera house has people milling about and I assume there’s a matinee performance.<\/p>\n

“I doubt they’re going to let you…”<\/p>\n

“Are you coming in too?” he asks as he mounts the stairs.<\/p>\n

“I’ll… I um…” I’m a bit stunned at SharkBoy’s pipe dream of getting past the ticket takers with a lame excuse of needing to pee. Does he really think they’re going to let him in?<\/p>\n

“What if I gave you this?” and he produces two tickets to Miss Saigon<\/em>.<\/p>\n

The past couple weeks I’ve been focused on my extra job – money for our vacation in the winter. I had forgotten completely that I wanted to surprise him with tickets to this show. I go a bit lumpy throat and laugh. He wanted me to be dressed up a bit so I wouldn’t feel out of place – everyone was in nice clothes and I was ratty Sunday bomb abouts.<\/p>\n

He is the master of surprises. <\/p>\n

“Consider it a great start to your birthday week.”<\/p>\n

“So… no Inception<\/em>?” I joke. <\/p>\n

The show was very good. I’ve never seen it, but had heard some songs from it. I really enjoyed it – despite there being what we jokingly call a “PEW PEW” moment. Backstory: During Toronto’s last showing of Phantom of the Opera from a travelling company, the “falling” chandelier took forever to go from roof to stage and the Phantom’s flaming pyrotechnics were lame (hence the ‘pew pew’). We had a giggle while the full sized chopper in Miss Saigon descended to the stage and the rotor blades were no bigger than a ceiling fan’s. Other than that, it was a fantastic show.<\/p>\n

As we left the theatre we looked at each other and decided that being decadent and going to see Inception<\/em> was still on the books. We ran to the 5pm showing and I LOVED IT. One of my top 10 movies for sure. I can’t say anything more than what Roger Ebert wrote about it a couple days ago<\/a>. A smart movie in the middle of dumb summer stuff. Yay!<\/p>\n

So here we are back at home over 12 hours from when we left after a day of laughter, song and adventure escapism. What a day. <\/p>\n

I can’t tell you how much I love my husband. He made the stress and fatigue of the last two weeks dissolve away. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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