The next day I don't think we got up until noon. We decided to walk over to the gayborhood for brunch at a place called Sambucas. I've never seen such a high concentration of gays in one spot before - Keith had to have been the only straight guy in the restaurant. (e:Paul) had a missed connection walking down the street. A man wore leggings unironically.



Next we walked down to the lake to hang out, stopping at the antique aka hoarder mart. It literally smelled like cat ladies and hoarders in this giant warehouse. The actual public market looked way more awesome but it was closed.

The galleria of hoarding and estate sales

Handy commemorative Afghanistan rug(Route of (?) with help of America and Britain?)

The actual market



(e:paul) and I climbed this - we almost didn't make it back down




Someone hit the car in the garage and ditched, but a lady saw and left a note. So lame but it was only a scratch so whatever

I drove back for part of the way and there was only one near casualty. Gonna be a pro at this rate.
I really liked going away for the weekend. Toronto is so close, and always has stuff going on so I don't know why we don't think of it more. Is it because there's no cell phone service for us?

At night we stocked up on beer and hung out for a while before going to the show.

(e:libertad), (e:paul), me, (e:keith) and (e:terry)




The Andy and C and Wilkinson were insanely good and so was the venue and the sound. We danced so hard that (e:paul) and I had to go shirtless like all the bros were.




On the way back Dave and I saw these drips of blood followed by a big puddle at a bus stop. I wonder what happened there?

This weekend, (e:paul), (e:terry), (e:libertad), (e:keith) and I headed up to Toronto for Andy C and Wilkinson as part of Bass Week Toronto. We didn't end up leaving until about 3 on Saturday but that gave us more than enough time to walk around part of downtown.



The Westin hotel was super nice and only a mile away from Sound Academy. I don't understand why check in isn't an automated process by now though, it was so packed.




I hadn't been to Toronto since 2007, I think. It's crazy how many more towers and how much further and bigger their downtown has gone since then. They definitely don't think twice about knocking down the old for the new - how could you when you're that big?



Downtown Toronto is really overwhelming. There's so much going on at once trying to get your attention, like noise and advertising that it gives me the same feeling of walking around the crowded Galleria or Walmart.

Tallest penthouse in Canada - coming soon for only $18mil



It took us forever to decide where to eat but we ended up at this Thai/bar place on Yonge Street. I had the green curry which was okay. No idea what the restaraunt was actually called


A little Christmas tree with bedazzeled gifts

The air filter for the furnace is supposed to be changed every three months. We haven't changed it since October. (e:Paul) and I got a new one today, but if this is the filter I can't imagine what our lungs are taking in.

Lately (e:Paul) and I have been eating so much spaghetti and pasta for dinner. Usually it's the corn-potato-soy noodles from Target or Wegmans, sometimes the quinoa. Last night we had this crazy good fresh rice pasta from Wegmans. Paul put butter, cheese, walnuts, and we ate it with boiled greens, asparagus and chopped purple cabbage.



Watching these videos from this comedian called Ladykracher, we learned the German slur for Italians is "spaghettifresser" or someone who eats spaghetti like an animal. I don't know if that's actually offensive to an Italian but it doesn't seem to have much of a punch in English. I'm not Italian but I'm definitely a spaghettifresser.