Oh Canada...

Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered -- or at least lots of rain, mist, and complete lack of highway lights in the mountains, plus a GPS that didn't want us to take the route we'd mapped with restaurants and hotel -- M and I have fought our way here to Stratford.*

She's got a play in an hour; I'm going to catch up on Sherlock porn online and then faceplant. We've also taken a quick look around town to see what stores are still here, what aren't, and what's new. Also, to buy Chocolate Tour tickets. (Dudes! In addition to attempting to eat my body weight in dark chocolate lemon truffles, the Tour includes both a Coffee Culture Cafe Rockslide Brownie ("a combination of decadent chocolate, giant chocolate chunks, drizzles with creamy caramel with an added crunch of pecans) and Jenn and Larry's (*ahem!*) ice cream sundae "smothered with hot fudge."

It is possibly a good thing that the new B&B is rather a long walk out of the city center, considering.

Tomorrow when I'm not in a chocolate-infused fugue state, I'll be seeing The Merry Wives of Windsor and The Misanthrope. Also picking up the DVD of last year's Christopher Plummer Tempest. Will try to write them up Saturday morning.


*Bonus points if you recognize the quote I'm mangling