- Discovered that Montparnasse by Toronto-based Groundwater productions publicised its 2011 play as a “clothing optional performance” which attracted 160 ppl – of whom 100 turned up naked!
- Played a game with myself [that sounds sketchy]: put my iPod on random and tried to guess the song within the first two beats. If I didn’t, I was punished by the knowledge that I have a shamefully embarrassing playlist where every song sounds the same.
- Walked home on a breezy evening, huddled my booty onto a warm wall. Whoops. Turned out to be a warm random dude scared half to death by a very forward stranger that was myself. Sorry about that.
- Accosted by one of Toronto’s finest and colourful characters twitching as he yelled out jokes. “What do you call your chameleon that doesn’t change colour?” He ninja-kicked past me down the stairs so I didn’t hear the punchline, but the next stranger found it hilarious. I always wondered what a wet sack of stray cats and needles being attacked by vultures in an abandoned steel plant would sound like – thanks to this woman’s cackle, now I know. She left her laugh echoing in the stone courtyard for a few mins for those who didn’t have the pleasure of witnessing it. Also thanks to her, I couldn’t tell the difference between her and the crazy transient comedian.
Hope these colourful antics made up for the lack thereof found in T Dot’s weather this week.
