Two weddings last weekend, one downtown in a campus park with me shouting over the construction of condo's above, one at Hart House in the courtyard with clouds above fat with promise that revealed itself as the last photo's were being taken, sending everyone running for the great hall within. Only time I've seen a woman cry prettily, the bride beamed with tiny tears bouncing off of her cheekbones and landing on the bouquet. Also last weekend, author appearance at a fundraiser for Sick Kids and reflexology on a Sunday afternoon.
Job is going well.
Miss cat.
Last night after a wedding rehearsal and an adventurous escape through the Ex (I seem to have developed a fear of carny rides) I hoped in a cab to get home before ten. The cab driver was Mr. Geography of the Tonight Show and David Letterman. His thing is if you can answer his first geography question correctly, your cab ride is free. I didn't answer any of his questions correctly and when he finally coerced me into asking him a question (what is the furthest westward down in Canada) I got that wrong too (you are thinking of Tofino. That is incorrect). He did let me see the laminated news articles about him and sign his guest book - this guy is awesome and a big part of why I love Toronto. And why, as a course of my University studies I might take a geography class because I am a dumb ass when it comes to the political and physical splits on this planet.