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pyat ([personal profile] pyat) wrote2009-12-12 12:45 pm
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We're home!

[livejournal.com profile] velvetpage and I spent the night in the frozen wastes of Markham, at a rather cozy hotel. We were attending a cousin's wedding.


Markham is a weird place, a large suburb of Toronto. It's all industrial parks and identical big box plazas, with no trees. Certain areas are whiter than snow, other areas have all the signs in Korean. We drove along highway 7, and every few kilometres the scenery would repeat itself. Mandarin Buffet, Best Buy, Canadian Tire, Super Centre, Baptist megachurch, wash-rinse-repeat. We did locate the old downtown of Markham by chance, a little stretch of brick storefronts with "old timey" lamp posts.


[livejournal.com profile] velvetpage was lovely, as always...


I gotta new haircut!


The hotel room mirrors had an odd (and deliberate) distortion. The top third was normal, while the bottom two thirds of the mirror had a slimming effect. This got more obvious as you walked away from them.


It was a Salvation Army wedding.


[livejournal.com profile] velvetpage and her three siblings.


And again...


And again, visiting our hotel room between the ceremony and the reception.


There were Albertans at the wedding!


I see you...

[identity profile] neebs.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
WOW. Erin and the sister in the gray shirt look like they could almost be twins!!

[identity profile] velvetpage.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
We're nine years apart in age. :) You're not the first person to make that remark, though. One year when I was a teen, I worked at a Salvation Army camp. I had my sister in tow with me one evening - she was six or so - and we ran into the officers we'd had when I was six, whom I hadn't seen since. They looked right past me at Heather and called her by my name. It has happened over and over again.

[identity profile] postrodent.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
For one reason or another, I misread your first sentence as "...at a rather oozy hotel". Now I'm wondering what an oozy hotel would be, and whether or not that would be desirable.

[identity profile] pyat.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
We stayed at the Holiday Inn Suppurative Suites!

[identity profile] postrodent.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
*snrk!* Well played sir, well played.

[identity profile] kores-rabbit.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Looks like fun was had and family, too! *hides so you can't see*

[identity profile] kores-rabbit.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, and you both look dapper and snazzy! Madame velvetpage is both purple AND velvety! Gorgeous!

[identity profile] pyat.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
She is!

And thanks. :)

[identity profile] pyat.livejournal.com 2009-12-12 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Whyfor do you hide?

[identity profile] kores-rabbit.livejournal.com 2009-12-13 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Iforhidesoyoucan'tsee!

[identity profile] anidada.livejournal.com 2009-12-13 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Consider that most of Markham was farm fields twenty years ago, and the lack of trees and plethora of big box hoohah makes perfect, horrific sense. :( Don't get me started about urban sprawl...

I like how everyone's in similar shades. Pretty. :)

[identity profile] kfops.livejournal.com 2009-12-13 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
The mirror makes it look like you are DANCING!

[identity profile] redeem147.livejournal.com 2009-12-13 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
I grew up in Markham. Who ya calling weird, hmmm?

[identity profile] wytetygryss.livejournal.com 2009-12-14 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
We did locate the old downtown of Markham by chance, a little stretch of brick storefronts with "old timey" lamp posts.

Given where you said the hotel was and your description of the street, you located downtown Unionville. As someone who grew up in old-town Markham (Highway 7 and Highway 48 area), let me say there IS a difference! :P

I do agree with the comment about Markham being mostly farm fields 20 years ago, though. I clearly remember the subdivisions appearing as if by magic... and the number of high schools growing from 2 to 7 between my elementary school days and the end of high school.