The past couple days have been crazy to say the least; I saw Stevie Wonder, celebrated Canada Day at a male strip club, and since Jesse has left for Calgary, it seems like a shit show has ensued. By seems like, actually, there is no seems like.
Stevie Wonder was amazing. I mean, how could he not be? Jesse and I made dinner, then headed out for 7:30, when we arrived, well, there was a sea of people, we navigated our way through the crowd in the pouring rain, made more than a couple friends along the way and there was a little bit of piggybacking involved; Jesse’s not exactly WNBA height, you see. But Stevie, oh Stevie, I danced my little heart out, and coincidentally, danced my ankles into submission. It’s all worth it though. So now that the Jazz Festival is in full swing, I am more than stoked to see some stellar performances. Jesse left me early that night because she had to catch a plane early in the morning for Calgary, so I met up with Renee, Christine, and their new Jazz Festival friends at The Saint Elizabeth. More on them later, as we’re going to keep it chronological today.
The next day was Canada Day, and, apparently, tough economic times translate directly to fireworks shows. Lucas and I were in the village, planning to sit on a rooftop patio and watch the show only to hear literally five fireworks go off. Apparently, that was the end of the festivities. Party on, Canada! So logically, we got some pad thai, and I was suckered into going to Bar Stock, an all male strip club, for ladies night. Now, I used to date men selectively. By “used to” I mean I stayed in relationships for two weeks in high school, by “date” I mean I used to make them buy me things and humour me when I was bored, and by “selectively” I mean I would date them when I was a total closet case and people asked me why I wasn’t with anyone… those were interesting years. But I digress, the whole reason I told you about my past dating men experience is that I have, contrary to popular belief, seen a penis before (much to my horror, I assure you). Granted I used to run away screaming… but that’s another story. I have not seen that many penises before in my entire life, thankfully. Also thankfully, there was a safe distance between me and the numerous manhoods in question. So Lucas and I were, erm, watching, the show when Renee calls, confirms the fireworks show was bogus, and comes out to meet us. Renee totally falls for a stripper and was totally taken aback by the whole experience. She warmed up to it though, so much so that on the walk back home, she could not stop talking about how much she loves naked men. Actually, that’s a good segue to last night’s party. Next paragraph!
As Jesse is gone, Renee decided to have a last minute get together at her apartment last night. I left sushi with Lucas and Norman for her house, to find Renee and Christine eating would-be jello shots out of a mixing bowl and watching chick flicks. Party on, Renee and Christine! When I arrived, everyone started calling everyone, and the apartment soon filled up. The fridge also filled up with Heineken. Neighbours, friends, friends of friends, everyone was there. As the party slowly died out, the remaining people decided to get naked. As I was still there, and the only person who wasn’t wearing a bra who had breasts, I feel as if I were duped. The nakedness was a little bit lame in my eyes, but what can you do? Oh, if Jesse were there she would have died. I do remember taking pictures on my camera phone, though.
While uploading all the photos and videos from my camera phone, I also found all these totally unrelated pictures.
Ironic bookstore signage
The town of mono