Rue Brittania

*Note to reader: There's a contest at the end of this and, if you're lucky, a prize.

Wow. You are impatient.

It's something related to this post. Some re-gifting may be involved.

But trust me. It will be worth it! Pip Pip & Cheerio.

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As I might of mentioned here and here, it was recently my Mamma-In-Law's 80th birthday, so as per her request, we loaded up the troops and paddled our way across the waves to our province's picturesque capital, in order to get our Anglo on. High tea at the Empress Hotel, Royal Museums, bad dentistry; you know, all things British.

The view from the ferry was just stunning:

Whoopsa daisy! Wrong album.

Here we go. Ahem.

View from the ferry:

After a relatively event-free boat ride (well, we were the subject of public complaint to the staff regarding our, um, noise level), we arrived at our destination.

The city named after this fine lady:
No, not M'Lady of the PopNFreshDoughAndRaisinFaceHelpMeI'mInAFourthRateWaxMuseum.

That would just be silly.

It's Victoria. Queen Victoria. We justed dropped the "Queen" part, because it was frankly kind of pretentious, and the crown kind of gives it away anyhoo.

So, what sort of things can one expect in this charming little city?

Well, there's a load of sights to see. Totem poles:

No one ever takes a booty shot - what a pity!

Giant sundials:

Dreydl, dreydl, dreydl, I made it out of jade...

And men in kilts (and the women who love them):

After 3 hours of stalking I still don't know what's underneath.

Victoria is also a city of culture; the streets are alive with the sound of music. It's an inclusive place - a place where there is room for both accordian...

playing a mean version of "Karma Chameleon..."

...and violin:

totally riffing on "The Devil Went Down to Death Star"

And, of course, since we were there anyways, I needed to check out the renos being done on our summer cottage:

ok, ok, it's the Provinvial Parliament Building. But a girl can dream, can't she?

With all there was to do and see, where did we begin?

Our decision was clearly made for us when we happened upon Ol' Chestnut belting out a heartwarming rendition of "Happy Birthday to You-u-u-u-u-u!" :

"...and ma-neigh more....."

It was time for a carriage ride for our fair Bubba and her three bodyguards.

Then on to High Tea over here:

The Empress Hotel. Ahhh.

Just what is 'High Tea', exactly? You would think, that given our locale, it would mean something completely different.

Here, though, the 'High' part is short for 'High Fa-lutin". The Empress is oh-so-fussy about all of this. And to their credit, they are just trying to preserve one of the last bastions of the civilized world - tea time.
There is a dress code, with a long list of Glamour Don'ts: No flip flops. No tank tops. No shorty shorts. Gah.

Poor Bubba had to rethink her entire tea-drinkin' ensemble.

There is also, I am told, a encyclopedia's worth full of etiquette that surrounds High Tea. In the vonB clan, however, we play to our strengths and present to you a couple of the High Tea Don'ts:

# 314:

Don't act like you've been offered a chalice full of arsenic. For God's Sake, it is only Earl Grey!

Don't # 534:
Don't wear the good linen on your head. Don't monkey about with the tea tins - they're meant to be quietly pilfered into your mother's handbag.

After we all reached critical mass on our fill of finger sandwiches, scones and cookies, we went in search of the miniature store - The Bubster is a HUGE miniature collector.

They say that even the small things mean a lot. Here Duke 1 and 2 learned how to make their bubba an inedible birthday cake (well I could have shown them that!):

complete with teesny weensy orange and lemon slices:
De-lish!!

It was a really lovely weekend all around, and I think the Birthday Girl had a pretty good time.

Happy 80th, Dear Bubba. Happy Birthday to You!

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So, the contest.

Write me at baronessvonb@gmail.com and tell me, "If I were Empress/Emperor for 2 days...". Entries will go in to a draw.

Deadline is August 9th, 2009.

Winner will receive all the necessary doo-dads to get your tea time on: A tin of 1908 Centennial Blend Tea from the Empress Hotel, a box of Walkers Pure Butter Assorted Shortbread, a highly-saught-after crown and sceptre, and a couple of other goodies that somehow found their way from the High Tea table into my purse.

Were You Aware of It?

The Baroness hereby decrees that weekends, especially Saturdays, are days of rest. Days of blissful physical rest, emotional rest, and most importantly (to me, at least) - mental rest.

So rather than blah blah blog, I will leave you with these amusing tidbits, which I will endeavour to continue to do on weekends going forward:

Not only does January 13th mark the birthday of Sesame Street's own Rubber Ducky (thanks to Ernie for the reminder...), it is also Accordian Day. I am blissfully (it's happening already!) unaware of who came up with these arbitrary days, but I am willing to just go with it, and assume they're somehow historically and factually accurate. So should you.

The Baroness recommends a bath with something small, yellow and squeaky while listening to Dean Martin.

Let the bliss begin!!