that was a good restaurant!
veni vidi vici in toronto, on st. clair ave.
that's where i brought ali on our first buy-her-a-flower date. spooky happenings all night. the young bunch of owners and waiters there kept passing our table muttering little encouragings to me. we had a drink at some little lounge close by, and i heard teardrop (by massive attack) for the first time. loooooooooved it. (it was also playing on repeat in my car that night we first kissed (for three hours) and caused a 1000 dollar repair to my car (the exhaust manifold got clogged with carbon from idling for that long)).
the spooky thing occured after the drink. we're walking along st. clair and ali has to use a restroom, so she darts into some other bar and i wait outside. some guy passes her as he's coming out and walks over to me. he said "Do whatever you have to do, but DO NOT let that girl out of your hands! Turn your back on your friends, disown your family, sell your soul, but do NOT let her go." Then he just kept walking. And no, Ali didn't know him.
is it friday evening yet? crapzors. i really wanted to go shoot another nine holes tomorrow afternoon, but that is not looking terribly likely. mayhaps next week...
cross thine fingers for me to be able to actually muster enough free time to show up tomorrow night for a drink or five.
if all goes well and i do show up, i hope marc knows he can't just have *shudder* one martini.
oh yes.
mmmmmmmmmmmmm *happy tummy*
on a different note, it would probably have been fun to coach the all star team. at least i get to watch cfoo make a go at it. i can't realistically expect people's votes after i ground their teams into mush, (barely) lost only one game, and then promptly took 4 games off, only to come back and do it again. when the Mutants coach begged me not to foul him in our last game, i responded by saying "hey, all i want to do is win this game. i'll foul if i need to in order to guarantee a win." he said "don't worry. you'll win. so please don't foul, k?"
what does he do? score on turn 8 of the second half to tie me. note to self: if i end up playing again, i will completely ignore that little chat box in the bottom right corner of the screen and simply gut my opponent's team.
that's where i brought ali on our first buy-her-a-flower date. spooky happenings all night. the young bunch of owners and waiters there kept passing our table muttering little encouragings to me. we had a drink at some little lounge close by, and i heard teardrop (by massive attack) for the first time. loooooooooved it. (it was also playing on repeat in my car that night we first kissed (for three hours) and caused a 1000 dollar repair to my car (the exhaust manifold got clogged with carbon from idling for that long)).
the spooky thing occured after the drink. we're walking along st. clair and ali has to use a restroom, so she darts into some other bar and i wait outside. some guy passes her as he's coming out and walks over to me. he said "Do whatever you have to do, but DO NOT let that girl out of your hands! Turn your back on your friends, disown your family, sell your soul, but do NOT let her go." Then he just kept walking. And no, Ali didn't know him.
is it friday evening yet? crapzors. i really wanted to go shoot another nine holes tomorrow afternoon, but that is not looking terribly likely. mayhaps next week...
cross thine fingers for me to be able to actually muster enough free time to show up tomorrow night for a drink or five.
if all goes well and i do show up, i hope marc knows he can't just have *shudder* one martini.
oh yes.
mmmmmmmmmmmmm *happy tummy*
on a different note, it would probably have been fun to coach the all star team. at least i get to watch cfoo make a go at it. i can't realistically expect people's votes after i ground their teams into mush, (barely) lost only one game, and then promptly took 4 games off, only to come back and do it again. when the Mutants coach begged me not to foul him in our last game, i responded by saying "hey, all i want to do is win this game. i'll foul if i need to in order to guarantee a win." he said "don't worry. you'll win. so please don't foul, k?"
what does he do? score on turn 8 of the second half to tie me. note to self: if i end up playing again, i will completely ignore that little chat box in the bottom right corner of the screen and simply gut my opponent's team.
posted by carlo at 12:08 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home