February 20, 2006

visiting the village

Drunken post on a keyboard that's not my own. Bear with me on the typos.

Fucking HTML . . .

Staying with Chel from yesterday until Tuesday. She lives in "the Village," at Wood and Church, TWO BUILDINGS DOWN FROM THE FUCKING MAPLE LEAF GARDENS MUTHAFUCKA!

*ahem*

So yes, that's where I am. I'm loving it here. Every other time I have come to TO in the past few years, it's been at the other end of downtown, which is packed with consumer-minded mean people (I'm talking Bloor and Spadina here).

But in the Village . . .

People smile here. They tell you that you're beautiful and don't want to get into your pants. If you sing in the street they smile indulgently and look away so you don't get embarrassed.

So I would totally live here if god forbid I had to move to this godforsaken city.

*sigh*

I had a really fun day today. We've been silly since we got up. Went for breakfast and hilarity ensued. Then booked it out to the Ontario Science Centre to see the Bodyworks 2 exhibit. AWESOME. Then back. Then dinner at this place that was good and had springrolls. Then drinking lots and lots of wine and more giggles with the three of us, then joined by Chel's friend Gui. Then to this wicked bar called Zippers. Of course it's a gay bar.

I danced with lots of gay women and gay men. And Greg. But we all know about Greg. It was a lot of fun, and I didn't want to leave. I made some new friends, who told me I looked like Lindsay Lohan (I have her, Megan Follows, Geena Davis, Andie McDowell, Julia Stiles, and someone else, on my list of people I apparently look like) and made me promise to return with my boobs. Done and done. I haven't had so much fun dancing ever. People touched my ass but only because they thought it was nice and not because they wanted to see it sans jeans. And there was so much space to move, not some piecemeal place with dumbass chicks who get bitchy if you invade their personal domain. Pish.

So it's been a slice, and the evening is not over yet. Wish me luck! Posted by Ally at February 20, 2006 03:45 AM
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