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June 26, 2006, midnight
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Last left off in Montreal (headed for Toronto)…
Sweet, Sweet TaxiMan: The guy who picked me up at the hotel (at 5:30 on Saturday morningugh) was the most darling man ever. Full of questions about the US, and telling me how easy it is to emigrate to Canada. Told me hed studied air conditioning repair in his native Algeria, and thats why hes driving a taxi now. I told him that he should move to my sweltering neck of the woods where hed probably instantly get a job. When he dropped me off at the airport, he gave me his phone number and told me to please call whenever Im back in Montreal. Thats when I noticed how incredibly handsome he was. Wow. Perhaps I will call!
Colleague Crawl: I met up with my colleagues in Toronto on Saturday morning and we spent the rest of the day doing our thing. I hate to say it, but I dont have tons of patience for them. I wish I could tell you why
maybe its because they are never on time or that they dont seem to give a shit about promptness. Maybe its because they left me waiting for 45 minutes in the lobby of the hotel when they were really sitting out back on the patio having brunch. Maybe its because they stopped on the street to pet every dog that people happened to be walking (not just pet, though
they had to chat up every owner, take photos, and go into great detail about their own pets). In fairness, that stuff doesnt bother me when say, Im on vacation or something. But we were working! We were on the clock! I just wanted to get my shit done!
Stella! Once we had our shit done (finally!), we stopped at a little café to have a drink and discuss our findings before breaking for dinner and all that. As we were sitting there, settling in, this woman says something to Deb and before we could figure out what was going on, she was sitting at our table. Fine enough. The more the merrier, right? So then, she proceeds to order a Stella. Again, fine enough. But THEN, she tells the waitress that WERE buying her drinks! Um. Not fine enough. Not fine at all. We had no idea who the hell this woman was. So Trish speaks up and says, Um
I dont know about you guys, but Im not buying this womans drinks. And Im all, Im not either!! And Deb is completely dumbfounded at that point. And then something weird happened. I kind of went off on the fact that this woman had amazing balls to come sit down with a group of total strangers and order a drink and expect us to pay for it
I didnt realize that she was shitface wasted until later. And the shitfaced drunk woman finally looked at me all crooked and asked simply, Are you married? And that was all she wrote. When the waitress came back with the Stella, our lush friend said thered been a misunderstanding and she got up and walked away. Yes, I can be a horridly callous bitch sometimes. But there was something so disturbing about this woman and I cant quite put my finger on itsomething that made me lash out at her like that. Still, Im glad she left. She didnt need another drink anyway.
Oh, Edina Devine!! Yes, later that night, I got to meet the infamous Edina Devine! She was kind enough to meet me (and my colleagues) at a place wed seen earlier that day even though there were a million other cool places we could have gone. Dinner was funif not obnoxious. Trish (colleague) was all about the political rant that night, and I think I was just babbling. Edina is so amazingly charming, graciousand stunningly beautiful. Im not just saying that because shes a fellow redhead (even though Im pretty partial to my ginger sistahs!). And after dinner, the leagues were smart enough to let us have our alone time when we got to talk about OD and I got to blab ad nauseum about Nabe and such. We shut down the bar talking so much! How could I be so stupid as to not get a photo of us together?! Anyway, it was definitely a thrill to meet her
and I got to see her show, Alice, I Think on CTV the next night!! What a joy! I feel so honored to know Edina.
Kensington Market: Walked around this place on Sunday
(This one was so stoned I got a contact buzz from just having his arm around me!)
Creepy Cabbie: So after a glorious day of wandering secondhand, vintage, and pot-infused shops, it was home to watch Edinas show (which is utterly brilliant, by the way). And then I got a phone call from the Leagues
I couldnt quite figure out what they were talking about because the background noise was soooo loud. But after flipping the channels on TV, I soon figured it out: the Much Music Awards (Canadas version of MTVs VMAs)it was live and outside, and I was totally missing out! So I hopped in a cab and told him to step on it! And this particular taxi man wanted to know all about who I was and what I was doing, etc. etc
. I tried to be as vague as possible, but I also wanted to know more about the parties, etc. He completely misunderstood my questions and told me hed get off early so that we could party. Ugh. I had to explain to him that I wasnt propositioning him, but he still didnt understand. Luckily (and thankfully), he took me to the right place. Took a bunch of photos there too, but the only ones I can show didnt turn out very well:
Yeah, yeah
okay. I take pix of dogs too. But at least I didnt talk to the owners for 45 minutes!!
And thats pretty much the end of the trip
at least for the exciting part of the trip anyway. That is, until the flight home (we were all upgraded again) when they served raspberry sundaes! My word, I LOVE my job!!! Stuff like that makes up for bitchy co-workers and oddball colleagues tenfold.
And now, I need to go to bed. But my fucking neighbor is gonna get some tonight. How do I know this? His fucking weirdo music is blaring again!! Somebody save me.
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