Yesterday I got my hair cut, which means that I'm finally able to a) have a new driver's license photo taken; b) have my student card photo taken; c) post a userpic for this journal. a) and b) are my goals of the day, so I'll be checking out the U of T campus for the first time since moving. c) will follow a bit later, I'm sure.
Last night was fun. After watching Evan Almighty, Andrea and I had dinner at the Cadillac Lounge with Matt and Kim. The patio was nice and serenaded by yodellers; in contrast, some skate company was putting on a show inside. I didn't hear the band they had lined up but Matt said he liked what he heard of their soundcheck. After dinner we checked out the tail-end of that "Other Goose" reading. And I mean tail-end - the reading was completely over, and we were just in time for the calypso dance extravaganza. Surreal. The venue was the Gladstone Hotel and it was cool to see a stage with a projector set up to show pictures from the book. Probably not the greatest space to hang artwork, but it was swank and drew a lot of people. Kim said it was popular for book launches.
Feeling more than slightly tipsy and perhaps less cautious of not really knowing my way around, Andrea and I headed for Queen and Bathurst to meet Jenna. We searched for a bar without cover to grab a couple of drinks in the meantime and ended up in Michael's Restaurant, a pretty sketchy bar populated by undesirables shouting gibberish at one another. Lots of random bathroom graffiti about pussy. Jenna showed up and a bit of hilarity went down as the girls attempted to escort their drinks out of the bar in their bags. This brought two folks of Asian descent out of the bar, intent on tackling us like semis bitchslapping deer, but I put on my largest doe-eyes and told them I had no idea what they were talking about. Their threats to phone the cops echoed off the Queen Street concrete as we rounded the corner up Bathurst.
We ended up at Kukulo, a cafe turned venue for the launch of some band's CD. The place looked pretty cool in a Club Saw type of way, with art on the walls and the requisite band gear crammed into a makeshift jam space, but it was packed with people and sweltering. Fortunately they had a patio for Andrea and I to down our last beers of the night. It's funny how much the back entrance of a place on College can look a lot like some dude's back porch (complete with barbecue and swinging gate).
After many, many litres of various beers, we headed home in a stupor and crashed at the relatively early time of 1:30. I'm going to fill out my license paperwork while Andrea watches The Hills.
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