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?
For real. Bad week for them I guess.
Oops, wrong post
so much bird drama going on!