Friday Night Observations
Torontoans drive crazy, but I walk crazy so it sort of evens out.
All of the female mannequins down Queen St West seem to have nipples, which is rare in small-town Kansas. Very few mannequins of either gender have heads, which is slightly disturbing. I took a picture of a window display to demonstrate this on my photoblog when I get back, and some drunk taxi passenger shouted “Hey perv, stop takin’ pictures!”
I was marked by a guy in a convenience store who was stupid enough to let me know he was doing it. I lost him in foot traffic pronto.
Torontoans, for the most part, are very friendly. I’ve started pleasant conversations with total strangers on the street without being looked at like I was crazy.
There’s an Indian restaurant on Queen West called “Gandhi Indian Cuisine,” which is kind of ironic when you think about it.
The people in the room next door to mine are having sex right now (not the Urinator, but the ones on the other side). This is nice for them, but I’m a bit envious.
I may not be able to post any more until I get home, since the battery is running out on my borrowed laptop and Colleen forgot to pack her power cord. If the Resource Center is still open tomorrow, I may try to squeeze a description of day three into the allotted 10 minutes of computer time I can get there.
‘Night.
