The morning after the wedding was a typical one for us. Yuula woke up at 6am and didn't care how hungover her parents were. We got up and headed upstairs for some quiet family breakfast on the back deck while the rest of the house stayed in bed and sun came up.
Then we woke up Mark Maguire and decided to watch some Sunday morning television. After flipping quite literally thru thousands of possibilities we settled in on American Psycho.
Mike and Andrea returned from their love suite at the Old Mill about 30 minutes before the ending but they got to see the classic naked-down-the-hall-with-a-chainsaw scene so all was good.
Today was meant to be the tourist-y day, but since it was already almost 1pm when we left the house our plans had to be short and to the point. It was also Saturday so many things would start to shut down around 5. Times was a-wastin'.
The first place we went was the St. Lawrence Market. A glorious, tightly packed market full everythings and anythings. Reminds me greatly of Faneuil Hall in Boston, a place I frequented quite often, just on a much grander scale.
All that food left us hungering to fill our belly holes so Mandrea escorted us further uptown into the financial district for lunch at an old court house turned fancy pizza joint called Terroni. We got four pies with scattered combinations of cheese, sauce, spicy sausage, arugola, pear and other slightly pizza related items. Delicious.
From there we headed over to the Distillery District, a wonderfully restored neighborhood of Victorian industrial buildings with no cars allowed and surprises behind each shop entrance. Wish we had more time to explore. More time and less rain.
By this point we were all fully exhausted from wedding events and running from the weather. We headed back to the love shack for some floor naps and cornholing.
What a way to end a great weekend. Thanks Mike and Andrea. I know you're reading :)
Then we woke up Mark Maguire and decided to watch some Sunday morning television. After flipping quite literally thru thousands of possibilities we settled in on American Psycho.
Mike and Andrea returned from their love suite at the Old Mill about 30 minutes before the ending but they got to see the classic naked-down-the-hall-with-a-chainsaw scene so all was good.
Today was meant to be the tourist-y day, but since it was already almost 1pm when we left the house our plans had to be short and to the point. It was also Saturday so many things would start to shut down around 5. Times was a-wastin'.
The first place we went was the St. Lawrence Market. A glorious, tightly packed market full everythings and anythings. Reminds me greatly of Faneuil Hall in Boston, a place I frequented quite often, just on a much grander scale.
All that food left us hungering to fill our belly holes so Mandrea escorted us further uptown into the financial district for lunch at an old court house turned fancy pizza joint called Terroni. We got four pies with scattered combinations of cheese, sauce, spicy sausage, arugola, pear and other slightly pizza related items. Delicious.
From there we headed over to the Distillery District, a wonderfully restored neighborhood of Victorian industrial buildings with no cars allowed and surprises behind each shop entrance. Wish we had more time to explore. More time and less rain.
By this point we were all fully exhausted from wedding events and running from the weather. We headed back to the love shack for some floor naps and cornholing.
What a way to end a great weekend. Thanks Mike and Andrea. I know you're reading :)
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