luscious leanne...

oh joy oh glee! i've been blessed with a luscious little red-headed girl freshly arrived from the wild west, keeping me company and making me smile for a few weeks' visit.

mmm, luscious leanne. cherished friend and lusty playmate visiting this new home of mine for the first time: welcome to toronto! and tomorrow we'll be piling into a rented wagon with lisa the fabulous, and driving off to my home sweet home, montreal (although by now i feel like my roots are planted in vancouver soil). that's a helluva lot more exciting than thinking about smoldering flames. blech. don't even know the point, it's not like i'm fantasizing about connecting or "getting back together" (although to say getting back together might suggest we ever were together when in fact it's more like he was a bemused witness to my passion and love.)

today started off gray, hazy, but i didn't mind: it kinda suited my brain. fried green tomatoes indeed. i was so out of it, trapped in fuzzlandia, that i went into the shop to purchase my morning's sustenance, laboriously but dutifully paid the lovely lady, even alert enough to give a penny (ensuring 45 rather than the pesky 44 cents change), tucked the change back in its cozy little home, and stumbled out. about three steps out the door, i started to laugh, and walked back in to see the lovely lady with my breakfast of joy in a bag, waiting for me to take it home to my stomach.
heh. i been dazed and confused for so long it's not true...

but it was a well-earned morning, last night was fucking brilliant: mellow and perfect. leanne and i grabbed dinner at squirrely's. (on queen w of bathurst, if you've never been, go. stellar décor and death-defying sicilian bruschetta (feta, artichoke, something else) and all in all fabulous ambiance) we sat on red leopard shag and reminisced and daydreamed over a miniature feast and a large thirst.

then we moseyed over to the done right inn, a block or so west, to meet angela and her friends who were making music on the very lush, very fertile, very cosy back patio. we shared lazy stories and getting-to-know-you-hooha over a pint slowly sipped and then raced through another pint (literally, we were putting frank the tank and his funnel to shame!) to be able to get to the liquor store on time. we tumbled into a cab and told the cabbie of our urgent mission. he was hilarious! he glanced at the clock, dramatically exclaimed "9 minutes, we can make it!!" and man, it was like pedal to the metal and tearing through amber lights: very exciting. we made it in 4 minutes, yay fun cabbie!

and then it was over to angela's soon-to-be-someone-else's very cool loft, up the rickety ladder to the skylight out of which you can climb to the rooftop patio. it was perfect! spy challenges, theatrical musings, and a lot of talking shit. what a purrfect night...