One day in Toronto down
Apr. 20th, 2007 10:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eveglassToday's breadcrumb reminds us that everyone must observe the Passover, just in case it hadn't been mentioned enough already.
I was awakened this morning by Ian, phone to his ear, asking me if I wanted to go for breakfast with Jess. I did, so I woke up (from a particularly odd dream, I might add) to shower and head out to near Kipling subway station. I have come to the following realization: I hate driving in Toronto. With a passion. The depths of hatred I have in my soul for Toronto driving is nearly equivalent to the hatred I have for driving in downtown Montreal, and that says something.
Anyway. Got to the breakfast place, and got yelled at by the owners for parking in their parking lot without actually eating there. Picked up Jess. Ate there. Situation resolved. It was nice to see Jess again.
Afterwards, I left my car in a strip-mall parking lot, crossed my fingers that it would still be there when I got back, and hopped on the subway to downtown.
I stopped in at Massey and CMS, gave a few hugs and chatted a bit, then walked around downtown Toronto with Ian. We went from Bloor and St. George to Front and Yonge, across the waterfront to the pier, and spent an enjoyable hour or so talking and watching the water lap against the ship hulls and stones. I like watching large bodies of water. I had nearly forgotten how much I missed it.
We had sushi dinner. It was tasty. Then we went back to Andrew's (I hate driving in Toronto), tripped the alarm, hastily called Andrew to find out the code to disengage it, got through just in time, and all's well that ends well. Not that my evening is finished yet: we've still got friends to meet at a pub nearby. I suspect I'm going to be sleep-deprived by the end of this trip.
Hugs to all the Montrealers in the audience, especially Marc. See you all soon.
I was awakened this morning by Ian, phone to his ear, asking me if I wanted to go for breakfast with Jess. I did, so I woke up (from a particularly odd dream, I might add) to shower and head out to near Kipling subway station. I have come to the following realization: I hate driving in Toronto. With a passion. The depths of hatred I have in my soul for Toronto driving is nearly equivalent to the hatred I have for driving in downtown Montreal, and that says something.
Anyway. Got to the breakfast place, and got yelled at by the owners for parking in their parking lot without actually eating there. Picked up Jess. Ate there. Situation resolved. It was nice to see Jess again.
Afterwards, I left my car in a strip-mall parking lot, crossed my fingers that it would still be there when I got back, and hopped on the subway to downtown.
I stopped in at Massey and CMS, gave a few hugs and chatted a bit, then walked around downtown Toronto with Ian. We went from Bloor and St. George to Front and Yonge, across the waterfront to the pier, and spent an enjoyable hour or so talking and watching the water lap against the ship hulls and stones. I like watching large bodies of water. I had nearly forgotten how much I missed it.
We had sushi dinner. It was tasty. Then we went back to Andrew's (I hate driving in Toronto), tripped the alarm, hastily called Andrew to find out the code to disengage it, got through just in time, and all's well that ends well. Not that my evening is finished yet: we've still got friends to meet at a pub nearby. I suspect I'm going to be sleep-deprived by the end of this trip.
Hugs to all the Montrealers in the audience, especially Marc. See you all soon.
