Spirits of the West
I've had a good final week here in Toronto. Maggie and I did the old lady thing on Tuesday and took a road trip to the Niagara Region (which I may recount with photographs later on). There were beaches, gnomes, slot machines, bad family restaurant food, the Sky Wheel and highway construction. It was awesome.
On Friday, the Gang of Losers took over section 527 of the Skydome (I will never submit to the "Rogers Centre") and helped the Jays kick Royal ass with slow claps and our superb wave skills. Unfortunately, we were one strikeout away from getting free Pizza Pizza pizza. There were no dancing fruits either, but we surprisingly made it through all nine innings without a moment of boredom. Go Jays!
Last but not least, I saw my good friend Trudie get married on Saturday. We've known each other since we were 12-years-old. It was a lovely wedding and reception made even more beautiful with an open bar and the random break dancing circle late in the evening. She and her new husband, Keith are now in St. Lucia having a well-deserved "rest." Congratulations!
Three weeks in Toronto and my body is deteriorating. It's the vacation attitude that says yes to beer, dessert, French fries instead of salad — and the Swiss, oh, the Swiss. At the ripe age of 26, I fear the best days of partying, eating and carelessness are behind me. It doesn't help that I drive everywhere here in suburbia. Just two more days of vacation and I'll go back to my healthier lifestyle of exercise and more conscientious eating in Hong Kong.
These so-called vacations will soon be my death...
Spirit of the West - Home for a Rest
Chantal Kreviazuk - Green Apples (for the new married couple)
Photographs to come. I left my USB cable in Hong Kong...
