Collingwood likes company

I…not so much.

Labour day weekend I found myself in Collingwood with my S.O and co.

I demolished two bottles of wine, a six pack of Stella,ate ice cream and slept quite uncomfortably both nights. HOWEVER, it was a rad time.

Saturday I found myself asleep in the middle of a park, on a beach blanket. And so “The White Building LTD” screenplay rough draft came to be.

By Sunday, I was back in Btown falling back into routine and awaiting a new week of the usual dealings.

Labour day weekend was a while ago.

Today was mostly spent in Kensington Market at a small Portuguese restaurant which has been open since I was only a thought, a possibility, in my parents minds. After several dishes of the best seafood in the country, our tab frightened me but a cinnamon latte brought my nerves back to where they first lay.

So worth it.

The drive was great, the weather was comfortable and  the K.M atmosphere- unavoidable.  I thought my red plaid flannel shirt would be an attention grabber- but I was a walking wallflower amongst the stranger K.M folk.

(including a man wearing a red tie- sans shirt.)

Oh, Toronto. I was doing 140 the whole way home.

Only to paint my nails a dark,deep purple and type out another entry.

sigh.

 

“hey, ever played Guesstures?”

“bra strap?! Girdle?! Soutien?”

 

Muah!

N

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