made the list

this past saturday made the all-time top 20 experiences list.

quick side note before i tell you about it.. now, i don't actually have an all-time top 20 list, although it might be fun to try sit and come up with one (consider it added to my to-do list). the "label" occured to me early sunday afternoon. one of the girls gushed that she'd had the best night ever. i mmmm'd in consent, but hesitated to give it so lofty a designation. i mean, i've lived some pretty fan-fucking-tastic experiences in my 31 years. so i wondered.. my mind instantly thought "all-time top 5," thanks to having watched high fidelity about a dozen times in the last few months. well, top 5 still seemed a little naive (so many cities, so many nights, so many people, so many laughs...) but 20, i felt like that was a number that i could stand behind.

so then. first stop after the mandatory 7-10 pm nap was my favouritest toronto jazz bar. have you been paying attention? then you know where i mean... a few drinks with the new colleagues, a few laughs, and a whole lot of anticipation for the post-work hang in sorrowful honour of ted's imminent departure to join his lady love far, far away: a 3 am pyjama party, hosted by the luscious angela. as the hours floated by, our giddiness became so tangible you could sink your teeth into it. on a side note, i spent some of that time chatting with a fella, nice guy. i don't know if i'm intimidating or what, but it was pretty sweet: strolling away from the bartenders, i grabbed a seat at the long counter-type table, incidentally beside some fella. not wanting him to feel pressured into entertaining me, i smiled (as i'm wont to do), but looked casually away.. a few such glances and he leaned in, "excuse me, may i speak with you?" impossible not to giggle.

finally: 3 am. angela's entire living room floor had become a large luxurious bed, covered in air mattresses, sofa cushions, blankets, and pillows pillows pillows. and beautiful people clad in flanel and satin. gawd bless pyjamas. gawd bless angela. the hours glided by, filled with over-contented sighs, warm smiles and affable tenderness. the freshest-scented lotion, and foot & hand massages. platters of fresh fruit, and grapes hanging from the ceiling. long soft pieces of fabric strung up mid-way through the night, creating an effect that lay somewhere between a fort and a harem. a tub filled with cushions and, at times, smiling souls. friends, new and old, crawled around creating new pillow props to rest on as they discovered a new smile, a new story.

so. so. beautiful.

i slowly drifted to sleep somewhere around 10 am and awoke sporadically but comfortably, always to a joint passing by (yay for those spidey senses!). i awoke refreshed and ecstatic, still, early sunday afternoon, to be greeted by a feast of breakfast goodness.

yep - top 20 for sure.