Saturday January 13, 2007
Toronto, Canada
We woke up about 9am. By the time we all got showered, dressed and ready to go it was 11am. Steven wanted to go to the CN tower and we were going to go to the Hockey Hall of Fame. Neither of us had interest in each others plans so we split up. We would get back together later in the day.
Asa, Addisson and I took the subway to the Air Canada Centre. We got a bonus on the subway. We were expecting to have to pay for each of us individually but they have an all day family pass. Unlimited public transportation for only 8.50 Canadian dollars. You can use it on the subway, trolley, and bus. Any public transportation. It was a great bargain and made getting around wonderful for Addisson and myself who get tired quickly. Once at the Air Canada Centre (home to the Toronto Maple Leafs) we asked the scalpers how much tickets were and they all told us nothing was available for under $150/ticket. We said I don't think so. We went to the ticket booth to see if there were seats available. They were sold out but we were able to sign up for a wrist band. The wrist band was for tickets from season ticket holders who were unable to make the game and they allow the team to resell the tickets. Each person with a wrist band could buy 2 tickets but in order to get a wrist band you have to show up game day between 9 and 11am. We were very lucky we were able to get the wrist band since we showed up at about 11:15am. We had to show ID and sign onto a list then come back at 5pm. This allows you a spot in line for the lottery drawing for tickets. We met up with Steven at the hotel and we all took the subway, using our family pass, and arrived at 4:45pm. They apparently gave out too many wrist bands that night so they were only allowing each person with a band to buy one ticket. If we got picked in the lottery it would only leave us with 2 tickets for the 4 of us. We told the person in charge of the resale tickets we had our cousin here from Australia and it was our daughters first hockey game. We gave him the sad story. They picked 3 or 4 times before they hit a wrist band number where the person actually showed up at 5pm. The ticket which was finally drawn was the one right before ours. We were very excited because we now knew we would at least have two tickets. I told Asa if we were only allowed 2 tickets that Addisson and I would go back to the hotel and go swimming. I figured Steven would have much more fun with Asa than with me. When we got to the ticket window to purchase our tickets they let us buy 4 tickets. Yeah. We were all so excited we were all able to go to the game. It was hockey night in Canada. It was the Toronto Maple Leafs vs Vancouver Canucks. It was fun but not nearly as fun as when we went to see the Montreal Canadians play. The crowd was so much more into the game and so much more vocal and chanted than at this game. It was still fun even though Vancouver spanked the Maple Leafs.
Once we had our name on the list we took the subway to the Eaton Centre. This is a huge mall above and below ground. Addisson's shoes were hurting and she had out grown her sneaker so we looked for shoes for her since we were doing so much walking. We went to the first shoe store we saw, which was sketchers. She bee lined for a pink pair of mary-jane type sneakers. They were pink with sparkly flowers sewn to them. I tried to get her to just look at a regular pair of sneakers but she only wanted to try those on. I finally got her to agree to try on a pair of pink cowboy boots but they didn't have her size. They only had them in black with pink stitching. She didn't want anything to do with them. So it was the pink mary-jane sneakers.
Addisson was getting hungry, since we didnt eat breakfast, we were looking for some good ethnic food but there wasnt any at the moment when we decided to have lunch. None of us had been to a Hard Rock Cafe and there was one across the street. It was good but too pricey. After lunch we headed back to the room where we met up with Steven.
Monday, January 22, 2007
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