Last weekend I took a trip to Toronto with the girlfriend to see Evil Dead: The Musical again.
The drive up wasn’t too bad for the most part. We left about when I wanted to and would have gotten there right when I was planning despite stopping to get pizza and Rita’s and having my GPS decide that the best route was to go through downtown Scranton (leading to the adoption of the phrase “What the Scranton?!?”), except we got stuck in traffic for over an hour at the border to Canada. Once we got up to the booth, we went right through, but it felt like it took forever to get there.
By the time we got into Toronto and got checked in at the hotel, it was close to midnight so we just hit up a nearby bar for some greasy food and a few drinks…and photo hunt.
Saturday morning we got up and went down to the Distillery District to get breakfast. Unfortunately, it was a little early in the day to really check out the area so we walked around underground a bit instead.
We grabbed a very expensive dinner at the CN Tower, but it was pretty awesome. The food wasn’t the best that I’ve had, but the view is really amazing from up there. I had eaten there once before, but it was later at night when it was already dark out and we had a more inside table. This time we had a table right up against the window and it was still light out. It was really great.
The play itself was just as amazing the second time as it was when I saw it in NYC the first time. Ash was played by the same actor, but all of the others were different. The only actor that I didn’t like as much the second time was Cheryl (Ash’s sister). I didn’t feel that her singing was as good, but everyone else was really awesome.
Last time when I saw it, we sat in the fourth row which is just out of the “splash zone,” but this time I wasn’t having that that bloodless nonsense. We sat in the second row and got covered in blood. It was pretty awesome, but getting it all off was kind of a pain in the butt. I couldn’t even get it all off of my coat. It’s definitely going to need to take a trip to the dry cleaners. I probably should have showered before I went to bed because I woke up and the white case on my pillow had turned a nice blood red.
On the way back, we stopped at Niagara Falls for what I was planning to be a very short visit, but instead we stayed for a few hours. We took some pictures in front of the Falls, but really how long can you stare at a waterfall? So we went through a haunted house, played mini-golf, and got fudge, breakfast, and ice cream.
Getting through the border on the way back was a breeze which was much appreciated after all of the crap I had to go through to get a copy of my birth certificate so that I could get back into the country.
One of the best things about the whole trip was driving home and having a car behind me be a complete jerk, honking and flashing his lights for me to get out of his way when there was no where to go. When he finally was able to get around us, we were pretty ticked at him, but all was righted shortly after. A couple miles up the road, we saw cop lights go on and we both looked at each other and were like “no way, that’d be too good to actually happen.” Well, it did! It was great.
And here are the pictures…