All I’ve been hearing about for days is “the snowstorm”. “The snowstorm is coming!” “Big snowstorm on the way!” “Get ready for the huuuuge snowstorm!”. Well, it finally hit last night. And, this morning, I woke up to this –
That’s it? THIS is the result of “the snowstorm”? I can’t tell you how disappointed I was. I was expecting snowdrifts as high as my hotel window (I’m on the 18th floor) and, instead, was woke up to little more than a light dusting. What a rip off! On the bright side, the expected snowstorm caused us to relocate today’s spin session to one of the hotel conference rooms. I was able to sleep in and enjoy a leisurely breakfast before heading up to the second floor and wandered about in search of the right room. Eventually I gave up and headed over to guest services where I was told that whoever reserved the room had requested the name of the production be kept quiet. Ooooh. Super secret stuff. To all those asking, no, the super-secret show is not science fiction – nor is it any of the shows you’ve guessed yet.
I was directed to the right room –
I was the first one there. Klaus arrived soon after. He took slight umbrage to my referring to him as “the numbers man” in yesterday’s blog, then redirected his ire to the infernal coffee machine that, apparently, was a disgrace to coffeedom. I’m not a coffee guy but I could sympathize. I feel somewhat the same way about supermarket chocolate.
Rob was the next one in, and he came bearing treats –
Finally, Paul and Alex arrived and we got to work, spinning episode 2.
We made some great progress on what promises to be a fun story, beating out a couple of acts before running out of steam. And time. Alex was especially pleased with the way the day went, less for our show-related accomplishments than the fact that lunch was much more downscale than our recent meals. We went to Fran’s Diner where he was finally able to enjoy a burger.
Dinner was very different however. We headed over to Colborne Lane, another one of the restaurants on my Toronto Top 10 wish list. Still, reveling in the warm afterglow of that hamburger, Alex allowed me to order for him. I thought about getting him the foie gras, but ultimately decided to go with some menu items I figured he’d enjoy. And he did. He loved both his scallop appetizer and his beef tenderloin. In fact, all of my fellow diners enjoyed their dinner. I, on the other hand, thought the plates good but overcomplicated.
For dessert, Paul and I, ever the romantics, went with the liquid nitrogen ice cream for two – served tableside, natch.
Sadly, the storm has passed so it looks like we’ll be doing our spinning in the production offices tomorrow – back to that desolate tundra where the Russian mobsters ditch nuisance corpses. On the bright side, Rob says he’s bringing bagels.