I have bathtub-envy

Katy and I are in Ottawa at the moment. We took the bus yesterday morning (and again, let me reitereate that I do not faff around) and spent the afternoon pushing buttons at the Science and Technology museum in Ottawa. I hadn't been there in ages and though they still have the crazy kitchen, they got rid of a lot of hands-on stuff that I remembered having loads of fun as a kid. Museum done, we came to the hotel. I checked us into the Casino Hilton in Hull for a bit of luxury. Hooah. That bathroom is bigger than my first apartment bedroom! Glrmph.

We had a really nice stroll along Leamy lake (pictures forthcoming), ran into a bunny and a leafblower, discussed interior design and the merits of large bathtubs and non-whorehouse-smelling scented candles. After freshening up, we went and had a nice dinner (hmmmm, calamari and a big slab of dead cow for me, leek and gouda soup and pork chops for Katy). It was funny. Katy felt underdressed (though she looked quite cute in her Felix the cat top), but I really couldn't care less. This isn't Monte Carlo, this is Hull. Though dressing up is fun occasionally, I'm a jeans and t-shirt man at heart and I'm comfortable with that. Dinner was GOOD! Lots of serious and not-so-serious talk, followed by a port and a cigar in the lounge. It's been a while since I indulged my hedonistic side, and this occasion warranted a bit of excess :) It's also good to know what I can bribe her parents with so they like me when I go visit her :D

Came back up to the room, slighly tipsy but in good spirits and I'm not writing more about what happened last night. Let your pervy minds have a field day. I will, however, let you know that I want that bathtub.