My big, fat 30th in ALL its craziness :D

DAY 8 

BOOYAH! It's my birthday, Imma spend my money!!! Pathetically, I'd been dreading turning the ripe, old age of 30 and wasn't feeling too gleeful about it coming round whatsoever. I guess how I celebrated didn't matter as the entire trip was for my big, fat 30th and I'm YOLO-ing each and every day :D Congratulations to me! Thanks f & f for waking me with tons of merry bday messages, early Canadian time due to the 5 hour time difference. I was feeling the love across the ocean and Lake Ontario very much <3 

WHAT I WISH FOR THE YEAR AHEAD - To be flirty and thriving, to grow up (as I'm more 30 going on 13!) and to go forth and make better decisions in all aspects of life. I don't exactly look better than a monthful of Sundays; when I'd envisioned I'd be a glam sophisticate at this age. 

The birthday antics began by going to my happy place of brunching at Cafe Crepe avec Sophie. I lack the adjectives to adequately express just how mindblowingly delicious my Nutella hot chocolate was. But given that I'm a cochon, Icould get through a trough of that stuff! My fairytale crepe of nutella, strawberries, cinnamon, coconut and whipped cream made magic happen on my plate. They'll do it for you too when you have a chronic case of the munchies. As we all know calories don't count according to birthday gospel, right? Right on! Shoulda played the birthday card to score a freebie! 

Shopping til I'm droppin' is one of the areas I fail as a lady but I gave it a good go at The Eaton Centre. Normally, I find it a huge, dumb waste of time as I prefer to do so online in my PJ's from the comfort of my own home. I picked up 3 bargains at Aeropostale: 2x sparkly snug snits and a navy, floral lace dress. It became too hot in the mall so I had to peruse garments without my hefty coat. Getting new clothes is lovely.. no one's disputing that but I can't put up with my own indecision all day long. 

CABBAGE TOWN IS PONGY! - When I could participate in the circus of purchase no longer, I hi-tailed it up to Riverdale, sitting in the park to catch a breather whilst inhaling the 'fragrant' scents of manure. The man who instructed me to sniff out the farm was not kidding one little bit! Riverdale Farm is a historic, working farm beside the park with free admission which is always a bonus. Could the tranquillity within the 7,5 scenic acres be any more wonderful?  

All the animals are so furry and soft and cuuuuuute in particular the sheep, donkeys and horses which were lovable as hell. Old MacDonald would be in his element embracing each and every creature  EE I EE I O!!! These chickens in the poultry barn, got swag! Babe charges at Porky like a pig possessed, presumably squabbling over food in piggy speak "OI. OINK. Just let me eat this disgusting slop and swill!" <------ These silly thoughts in my head are what make me S.O.L (snort out loud) quite like the cerdos. 

Just for a lark I had the novelty snapshot at Nathan Phillips Square with the polychromatic Toronto sign. 

MY FATNESS PERSISTS - Sophie accompanied me to dine at Fusaro's as I had a craving for pasta. My chicken parmigiana with pomodoro pasta and salad was neither exceptional nor hell. For it to merit a 10/10 it would simply have to be cooked by an authentic Italian but there was still enjoyment to be had within my belly nonetheless. 

Judith, Sophie and two other 18 year old Germans obliged me in birthday celebrating. How sweet that they're so young and happy but came to hang out with the old spinster!! I'd been itching to go to Chill Ice House; supposedly the world's largest (it didn't seem too big inside) permanent ice house at a nippy -5 degree Celsius. All hail the birthday Eskimo Ice Princess in her regal cape and gloves to bear the sub-zero temps; PULLING... IT .. OFF in her throne of glacier. 

It is the *coolest* night out and I loved it TOO much!! Every intricate detail including even the curtains and the bar itself was made of ice so everything is a tad chilly when you and your crew come to chill at Chill. I'm told that the room took 3 weeks to carve and that every block of the ice wall needs 2.5 days to freeze and weighs in at 250lbs!! Painstakingly, precise ice sculptures of The CN Tower and The Statue of Liberty etc. beautify the bar. At one point my jeans froze to the ice sofa in the private alcove! 

THE HOT BARTENDER IN THE FROZEN WONDERLAND - Why couldn't he, with his perfect little face and Mcdreamized head of hair, be giftwrapped to me as a birthday present? Gosh darn, all the girls were in agreement that he's a smokin' BABE! So it wasn't a wonder that the non-alcoholic berry shot he presented me in an ice glass began to melt so rapidly, in the presence of his hotness. The speakeasy through the ice house was so warm to thaw out in. My only regret is not getting the babe to bring me sugar with chocolate fondue and other dunkable yummies. 

Since the group joined me out of the kindness of their heart and I was grateful not to be a loner; I paid for us all to have a table at Spin, the ping pong bar. We played around the world style - where you hit and run to the next place on the table; as there were 5 of us and one too many for a doubles match. Admittedly, I was atrociously awful and kept missing most shots as I whacked the ball too aggressively. It was possibly the worst/best game of table tennis everrrr played, what with me whalloping a random lad on his head, Janis in the face and returning a shot which landed on another table altogether but they continued the play. Such fun and I took home one of the ping pongs as a birthday memento. 

PHILOSOPHICAL MUSINGS - My twenties are no more and I'm now over 1/3 of the way through my life (most likely); I begin a new, glitzy, joyous chapter (here's hoping!!) to embark on this momentous step forward into more 'mature' adulthood. Pleeeeeease may I not be single this entire year and find myself a pretty love?  xx