closing time

Last night was an odd assortment of bizarre occurances. It definitely made up for a dull Friday. There was piano bar drinking, visits with ice cream men, and much intoxicated interpretation. It all started at number one fern, where there was much hash to be smoked, and shit to be shot. After; tracks were made to an Amphitheatre where the Like of three teenage waifs whispered a strange concoction of weezermeetsportishead, followed by a tour of the bluegrass, nostalgic rock-like (and surprisingly awesome) world of the Ditty Bops. They wore hats and flapper dresses, and carried red balloons with them onstage.

The world was then shattered by a fiery piano goddess. I slipped through a crack, but managed to recover in time for the next installment. Fireworks and exhibition lights followed us to a back alley party where we met an aging pornstar named pickles and rubbed elbows with the Korean Mafia. Much beer and love was consumed. We left at 4 in the morning, piling and laughing into a cab, smelling of free alcohol.

This morning hurt, but the memory of a beautiful and strange night eased hangovers.

blahdy blah...

What a lame-ass night. I'm stuck in Toronto because I had to work. I'm missing (have missed) an ass-rocking gathering, and consequently, missing out on meeting a bunch of fucking great new people I was really looking forward to meeting and indoctrinating in the 'world of Karen'.

And to boot, I'm in a fucking strange mood and can't stop listening to Don't Lie by the Black Eyed Peas. Could someone please tell me how to spell L-A-M-E (I think it has a K in it somewhere...)

I found religion in the greeting card aisle, now I know Hallmark was right, and every pop song on the radio is suddenly speaking to me

great ambitions

A couple of weeks ago, I went on an extreme bike ride. I rode 85 kilometers, from downtown Toronto to Milton and back. Inspired by certain intrepid travellers, I have been wanting to have something of my own adventure for awhile now. Time and weather being somewhat discouraging factors, I put it off all summer until now. Now that I've tasted the freedom and beauty, I want to do it all the time.






I'm going to become a wandering cyclist. Next weekend; Guelph. Next summer; BC.
I'm not goint to let my limitations as a woman stop me. Perhaps some pepper spray would be in order.

Or a travelling companion. Anyone up for BC in 2006?

just beachy, thanks

I miss this. BC. I'm looking forward to spending some days on the shores of Lake Huron, but there's something special about BC.

One of these days, I'm just gonna crack and set out on some crazy trip across the country. By bike, by car, by bus. Who knows. Who cares. It's happening. Then if I make it to BC, I might even go further. I hear California's nice. Mexico has been asking for a visit too.

I saw Chris Clemens

At the bus stop. On Saturday. I recognized his symbols tattooed on his leg. Plus I've seen pictures on people's personal record keeping pages (blogs) and the like. It was weird. My first instinct was of course to walk up and introduce myself. Then the rational, fearful half of my brain changed my mind. It might be awkward crossing the line between semi-anonymous blogreading and face-to-face interactions (aside from my near-paranoia about meeting new people). What if I made an ass of myself. What if this person, whom I think is interesting thinks I'm boring. Or worse, what if I am boring and I've only been needing confirmation. What would I say anyway, other than "hi, you don't know me, but I read your blog"? Would I have to talk about Shetland ponies (of which I know very little, aside from the fact that they are frequently used as kiddie-go-rounds)? So I held my tongue and sat in my seat and the moment passed.

But really, it makes me think; what a strange world. (Or it could just be me)