Weekend's over. Just thought you'd like to know.
I spent 8 hours, yes 8 HOURS walking around the West end of Toronto on Saturday, looking at apartments with my dear Neil.
Luckily we had time to make a few brief stops.
I took him to my old street in Parkdale for some poutine at Stampede.
Extra curds, cuz that's how ya gotta roll.
And without realizing until now, I made Labatt 50 my boyfriend of the weekend. We hung out Friday and Saturday. I guess you could say things are gettin' pretty serious.
Being back in the West end, hoofing around Roncy and Parkdale felt great. I had missed it so much, living downtown this past year. I'm excited to finally move back - if only I found the right apartment.
And going back to the Rhino (our ol' neighbourhood watering hole) and having a pint felt like coming home.
"See? Windows in the west end are just cooler. And they like better music. And watch better movies. And... the window is the only one listening to me."
Later, although exhausted from the long day, we headed to the Wreck Room to see Bob spin again.
And I may have had too much fun screaming my favourite Rage Against The Machine, Deftones and Faith No More songs. Oh, and Tool... can't forget Tool. Thanks Bob.
Well look who it is! There's a face y'all haven't seen in awhile.
Hey Craig! Get outta my apartment, you don't live here anymore!
I must be irresistible, loveable and wonderful. Why else would he be back?
... oh... right. The dog.
He came for a little while to come bring my sweet Jack to his new home.
And I'm kinda nice for a mean bitch, so I cooked him up a meal. It's a fact that single dudes don't eat right.
Eggs. I don't know how to cook much else.
Oh, my puppies. So sad to have to separate them.
Daisy was pretty upset when she knew Jack was gone. She cried, which isn't normal for her.
She even sat at the door with her ball, waiting to play with him.
She's better now though.
It's you and me, girly.
But you're gonna love it.