i just walked down the hall behind a lady that smelled like flintstones' vitamins. all of a sudden cold, dark winter mornings of my childhood flooded my memory. begrudgingly getting myself out of bed and trudging down over the stairs with the 90 degree turn after a few steps, blanket wrapped around me tight, rubbing sleep from my eyes and wondering what to have for breakfast and which color/character vitamin to have today. my sister and my mom were always up before me. except on christmas and weekend mornings. not even the sun beat me those days, for the most part.

this past weekend was fairly eventful. friday after work, after finding out that the show we (my roomate/good friend and i) would be attending started at 5 as opposed to 8ish like i had figured, i rushed my way home and got changed and made my way back downtown. i was reluctant, to say the least, to go see a stars show in semi-formal wear.
so, i arrived at the show, which was free - put on by U of T, and met up with the roomie and some new-to-me folks - a couple of gals and a guy from australia on a traveling vacation. meeting people at or during a concert can always be a bit awkward, as everyone is trying to pay attention to the band, but at the same time try to seem like they're not being arrogant and ignoring the new folks. it's also especially awkward when there are five of you, two of which are possibly a fledgling couple (nothing concrete, just for the sake of the record), and the other two seem like they are (although you later find out they are not, forcing some of the awkwardness to fade, taken over quickly by the fact that you miss your absent girlfriend).

the show was great. the band has a new guitarist, and it didn't come anywhere near the time i saw them at the marquee in halifax, but it was still quite enjoyable. they played all the old favorites, and some not-so-well-known greats, and amy millan's voice was as heavenly as ever.

post-concert dinner and a drink at sneaky dee's were satisfying, if not gluttonous. i hadn't eaten much all day, which would normally make a welcome stomach, but i think mine had taken its belt in a notch or two, making my el-gringo sandwich nearly impossible to finish. daquiris for the ladies, beers for the gentlemen, and faux-mexican food all around. good times.

on to the high-ceilinged (i like lofts and anything of the sort) apartment of one of the gals for post-dinner relaxation, conversation and less-and-less-awkward silences. our aussie friend decided to take his leave earlier rather than later, and was on his way. conversations of music and work and life in general ensued amongst the four of us that remained (don't forget discussing whether or not the high, noisy ceiling fan would work its way out of its holding and hurl itself toward us in a propeller-like fashion, chopping us to bits).

more music, some yawning, and a dire need for fresh air and a bit of solitude later, i excused myself and made my leave. my roomie took this as a cue and decided to walk his possible sweetie home, and i skated off for bathurst station.

and that was only friday.

more on saturday later.