Here we are in Winnipeg

Hey look, I'm liveblogging! Sort of.

Sweetie McPie and I are in our suite in a hotel in Winnipeg, drinking just-barely-procured pinot noir, watching Roman Holiday on the tube while Tim sleeps in the crib a few feet away.

It was a lucky trip. A delayed flight meant we'd miss our connection in Toronto, but we managed to get on a slightly later but direct flight. Yay! Tim was a party animal the whole way, fighting sleep like crazy. We arrived at our hotel just in time to get directions and scurry to the wine shop at The Forks -- we got there as the proprietor was counting his cash, but he helped us pick a couple of bottles. Phewf. Just in time.

We were starving as we made our way back to the hotel, so even though it was like 10:30 our time, we stopped at VJ's Drivethrough for some VJ's Special Burgers. But back in our suite, Tim showed no sign of slowing down, and the burgers were way too saucy to eat with babe in arms. So we put in in the crib while we munched. He partied his ass off for about 15 minutes... and then silence. Totally conked out, with both feet sticking out through the bars of the crib, and oblivious to Roman Holiday.

In fact, I think I may have lost McPie to the same fate. (I'm keeping a close eye on his glass of wine which he's still holding. It may topple at any moment.)

Oh yes. Winnipeg. Canadian Ultimate Championships. I'm not playing this year, of course, just tagging along to cheer the fella on.