A Letter Regarding Scott Speedman

dear scott speedman fans:

to be honest with you, i was not even the person who spotted him. my
friend was the one who noticed that he was there. and it was not a
very exciting star spotting either. we mostly just recognized that it
was him, went to the bar where he was, and very very carefully, in the
most canadian way possible, tried to catch a glimpse of him without
drawing any sort of attention to ourselves or to the fact that we were
trying to look at a famous person. and most definitely we did not
want him to know that we were looking at him. no one wants that on a
night out. i assume. we were doing our best to be subtle
cool-dude-teens!

and yes, toronto is a fantastic city. i am growing to love it more
and more every day. we actually saw SS at a bar down near queen and
spadina but i have no idea what the place was called. sorry.

well, i think that is enough about him. sorry it isn't a more juicy
tale but it really was a very small and insignificant part of a great
night out!

sak

Learning More Each Day ...

tonight taryn beat me home from work as per usual and i scrounged
through the fridge for some "dinner." i use the term loosely since i
don't really "cook" so much as i graze. although you would be
hard-pressed to find me a food that is better than sandwiches anyway,
save for my dad's lamb chops.

so i got home from an emergency trip to the liquor store (where ran
was stocking up ... we still have some of robin's liquor cabinet in
our freezer). i've never actually seen such a sparce lcbo before, but
i guess people are stressing about the impending strike.

as i stepped through the door taryn quickly switched channels on the
telly. its not like i would have judged her for watching poker on tv.
i mean, the alternative, which we actually went with for a while, was
"so you want to be a hilton" or whatever that show is called. don't
get me wrong, i totally want to be a hilton ... if only so that i can
stop dying inside every time i show up to perform my menial job
wherein i am not even trusted with the responsibility of managing the
few dairy products found in the office.

we discussed some potential sen5es seasonal packages for her work
tomorrow and, being the marketing genius that i am, proposed a
hobo-holiday pack that involved a harmonica, a pack of smokes, a
styrofoam cup and a sharpie all wrapped up in a foot-smelling bandana.
probably not much of a market for this holiday treat but maybe if it
came on a stick ...

the saddest thing is that the highlight of my evening was when i stepped into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. i knew taryn had
been preparing some veggies earlier in the evening but i had never seen a sight such as this. in our drying rack, amongst all our clean dishes and cutlery, was a whole head of lettuce, torn up and abundantly filling all available space. normal or not, i will let you decide, but the vision of the leafy greens triggered something in my brain.

it was hilarious.

I'm the Monkey? Probably not ...

i'm not entirely sure why my body rejects sleep. i have spent countless hours, over the course of my adult life, watching crap early morning television (typically either targeted for children or morons that are unable to handle a knife) and today is no different. i'm pretty sure i got a solid five hours of sleep last night and forming sentences is not a strong point right now.

zoe and chris came up from michigan this weekend. i had two days to show them the sites of toronto, as i deemed relevant. kensington, the harbourfront, and, obviously, h&m were on the agenda. we went out on friday night, to a bar with a cool outdoor patio, and i had my first encounter with "hot carl." i'm going to say that, for the record, this hot carl was not nearly disgusting as the cleveland steamer but there was definitely some shit-talking going on.

the official purpose of last night was to drink the contents of robin's liquor cabinet. always up for a challenge, but despite limited time, we gave it a go. shannon took the opportunity to dress me up for the evening, trying to emphasize the "cuteness" or something like that. i felt pretty good about it when robin and i were following scott speedman around the bar but it didn't really transform me into the monkey that shannon wants me to be.

kogore made some new friends last night too; t-bot, r2whore-bot and slut3po! united as one they will slay! alright, i made that last part up, kogore does not actually have a history of slaying but you know, it could happen ... but probably not in costume. in my experience (based on the explicit comments made by a number of ex-boyfriends) putting a box on your head and pretending to be a robot isn't "hot." not that it stops me ...

my memories of last night are a bit hazy right now. i'm thinking that the bar we went to was really fun, although daniel was complaining about the lack of hot girls. not my top concern and i think zoe and chris had fun. unfortunately i can't go back because i don't even know where we were. i do know that we lost the cab race and i ate a hotdog from the street. i know that taryn picked up a big black dude, but not his name. i know that i had to touch daniel's sweaty hair. i know that i got straight-armed again by robin. and i am pretty sure its a bit weird when there are beds in a bar. but, hypothetically, if you meet someone while you are out and neither of you have beds of your own (perhaps its a bag lady picking up a hobo) then you are sorted.

the next plan: shower, good bite, anchorman ...