By now you’ve read about the majority of our fun filled evening in Toronto last Friday, with great reviews about the performance and the food. Now it’s my turn, and I’m focusing my attention on our post-ballet destination: The Library Bar at the Royal York Hotel.
First of all, I would like to paint a picture regarding our journey from the ballet to the hotel…
Three sisters walking brusquely down the street…
M: What part of the show did you guys like the best?
A: I loved the last scene of Act I, where Nathalie and Mathieu dance under the Eiffel tower to Claire de Lune.
M: Yeah…(whimsical look) it’s just like that time I had that date when I was in Paris…
A & J: *shifty eyes* sure.
As we got closer to the hotel, we saw that there was a lot of activity going on just outside, consisting of a lot of people, lights, and camera equipment. Being the smart little nuggets we are, we concluded that there was some sort of movie or t.v show being shot at the hotel that night. Once we entered the building, we saw a lot of people, presumably extras, waiting around and warming up, but we just passed them as we headed in the direction of the Bar. However, as we entered the lobby portion, things got weird…
A: (inside thought) wow, there are a lot of people in here…and that guy over there looks very attractive in a business suit, he seems to be having a very serious discussion with those people over there…and why does the lighting in here look weird…
*voice coming from right in front of us*: And…rolling!
A, J, and M: Freeze like multiple deers in headlights, as we are in fact, right in the midst of a scene for this production that they are apparently shooting in more that one location of the hotel. And I realize that the attractive man in the suit is an actor…duh.
After awkwardly bumping into extras (who I’m pretty sure were laughing at us) while trying not to ruin the entire thing, we approached the concierge and asked, quite confused, if the Library Bar was indeed open, as the movie set stood in front of it like a treacherous obstacle course we had to get through. After being informed that the Bar was open, we had to wait until the director man yelled “Cut!“, and then we leaped across the place like three gazelles and made it before they started rolling again. Mission Accomplished. Now bring on a beverage.
Once inside, we found a table and promptly ordered our drinks, a Singapore Sling for J, Vodka soda for M (who was upset with herself that she didn`t get the expensive vodka after she found out it was my treat. So UNgrateful!!), and a Shirley Temple for moi.
Throughout our wonderful and spirited conversation, we were also serenaded with the likes of the Black Eyed Peas and Coldplay, by a dapper looking guy on the classical guitar. The same one that was there the last time we were at the Royal York, and mom made me go up to him while he was playing and awkwardly hand him a tip. I don`t think he remembered that though. Thankfully.
All in all, it was a great evening, and I couldn`t have asked for better a end, or better company.
Thanks girls!
Weyward Sisters 