You know those days when you wake up before your alarm clock goes off because you can hear your next-door neighbor screaming unmentionables at the belligerent young hooligans who’ve knocked over her trash can. Yeah, those days are destined to suck. I woke up pretty early, but half drunk and my mind and body were in complete disharmony. Tequila does that. So, Right now i am a slug in catharsis, red-eyed and perpetually chilly. I floated to work.
I have really weird dreams when i go to bed tipsy. They're vivid but quick. This one took place at the old theatre on college street. I was there alone watching the 42nd run of antitrust starring ryan philipe and tim robbins. Just as Ryan Philipe is on the cusp of uncovering the unsavory actions of the capitalist extremist (Tim Robbins), the screen goes up in flames; the projector has overheated. We all know what that looks like, i dont know why, but we do. As a disgruntled bunch of moviegoers filters out of the theatre, i engage in an argument with a large boxer type fellow, not tall like lennox lewis, but a solid mike tysonish man. We are arguing about some spilled Dr. Pepper that has trickled down from a few rows back and has "ruined" his dunks. As the argument gets physical, the setting has changed to something of a circular arena, not unlike that of bloodsport. Anyways for some reason he has concrete fists and my hands are made out of wicker. He punches me in the face and then i wake up.
What a worthless dream, i know, but more real than most.
Anyways, so Orly and her twin sister Ariella, had a fun little bday celebration and those are a few pictures. It was an interestesting night, to say the least. It was at Sweaty Bettys over on Ossington, which is alot like Ronnie's Local, doesn't try too hard, very casual, lawn chairs on the patio, etc etc. I met this hispanic dude who had a few interesting stories about meeting a mr. sean puffy combs in New York. He was some sort of pro runner who had attended an event with diddy, one in which diddy had basically thrown a trunk full of really expensive jewellry out to random people. When asked why he was so "fuckin generous about shit?"
Sean Combs replied, "because you never know when your time is gonna run out. Tomorrow, Sean John, could be a target brand." Not a groundbreaking revelation, but something that stuck in my mind.
So the night was good, rachelle had a blind date with an individual named dobby. I tried to be a good friend and like give him the business and everything, but he just seemed too damn nice that i didn't feel right being intimidating. Not that im a very intimidating person. That went well i guess. Aside from that, it was just good alcoholic downtown fun. And did i ever mention how fond i am of the Jewish community in Toronto. And Jewish ladies are quite attractive to me. i dunno, thats all.
