Thursday, August 23, 2007
Charmed the pants off those canadians
No, really. Let's be honest, whadd'ya think I was going up there for?
It was a wonderful trip, and we had a great time. With the exception of the excruciatingly long train rides both ways, it was an overwhelmingly pleasant experience. I met the friends and family, saw the city, got to do a little Hair shopping, drank good beer, somehow managed to swing from extremes of middle-aged couple to high-school couple, and - most importantly - got to spend some much needed q.t. with the boy.
It was wonderful. I can't wait until he's back home in this city. Just a few more days!!!!
Oh, and everyone with a pulse MUST see La Vie En Rose. Probably the most incredible performace I have ever beheld. Absolutely stunning.
A couple of highlighted moments from the trip -
1. While sitting in front of a coffee shop in Kensington Market, hiding out from the rain, and very deep in meaningful conversation, a grandfatherly man passes the fruit stand across the street, and lets out the singlemost audible fart I have ever heard. I mean, it damn near propelled him to the end of the block. It was like something out of a movie, and we have decided that it most definitely will be something IN a movie.
2. At same location, a very jolly rasta-man sits down on the bench next to ours, a woman with whom he seems to be vaguely aquainted walks by. The following conversation ensues.
Rastaman: "Hey, haven't seen you in forever!"
Woman: "Wow, yeah its been awhile.
Rastaman: "Where's your dog?"
Woman: "It's dead."
Rastaman: *awkward silence*
The Boy and I: *eyes watering as we try not to laugh*
My God, life is good. Unless of course, you're that woman's deceased pet. In which case, life is probably not good.
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3 comments:
What is it with us? We focus on the inappropriate like we have radar or something - and laugh at it! You think you could crop the blog pic so that creepy little hand doesn't show up in the lower left corner?
Waxarm
look, waxarm...
don't make fun of my boyfriend's hand. it is neither creepy nor little. it's just the perspective. that's enough outta you.
Oh...that's HIS hand? I thought y'all were sitting on a small child. Seriously, it's a really good picture - totally worth squashing a toddler.
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