~FRIDAY~
On Friday, the two of us checked out the CN Tower, tallest man-made structure in the world. I had a mind to go up to the top, but a three hour wait stood in our way. Undetered, we decided to try again on Sunday morning.
So, instead of the tower, we took a look around St. Lawrence Market. The lower level had lots of little boutiques and gift shops. I almost bought a pair of underwear with a picture of sushi on it, but went for maple sugar candy instead. Jim bought a little flat of ripe figs and two boxes of B.C. blueberries. No, no, not B.C. Blueberry. Blueberries. As in the fruit. Heh.
On the upper level, we found a bunch of cool fishmongers, cheesemongers, and bakeries. Pictures of me fondling baby swiss and frozen frog's legs pending.
Church and Wellesley village was next on our list. The area was so gay, even the street signs had little rainbows on them. I enjoyed watching all the cute boys-who-like-boys strut around, hold hands, preen, etc. And gay marriage is legal in Canada, too, now! Yay!
All that people watching gave me an appetite for raw fish. Jim, darling that he is, took me to an exceptional Japanese place with edgy decor and seafood so good, it made me cry. The sushi bar itself featured a circular waterway around which serving boats floated, laden with seaweed salad, spicy tuna rolls, edamame, and mochi. We shared a massive platter of the ocean's best. Can I say "orgasm on sushi rice" without laughing? I ate about twice as much as Jim did. *blush*
Later that night, I dragged Jim on my first bar crawl. Naturally, the details are a little hazy, but I'll do my best to recall. The first bar we visited was supposed to look like a hotel lobby and seemed to be the neighborhood's official Yuppie watering-hole. Best martini of my life though. Extra dry, Bombay Saphire, three olives. Yeah, it cost 16 dollars, but the gin was cold and the bartender was hot. Watching her breasts jiggle as she worked the shaker was worth at least 5 bucks. The second place, Flow, I think it was called, was a little less pretentious and had a better DJ. I had two Long Island Iced Teas and bought Jim an Ammaretto Sour. We got seriously tipsy.
On our way home, we stopped to play on a swingset in the public park. Once we got back, I thought it would be a great idea to crack open two glowsticks and practice our moves for Dark Rave. At one point, I passed out from the heat. Jim dragged me to the balcony to cool off. As thanks, I plied him with drunken philosophy until neither one of us could sit up any longer.
Thankfully, we weren't hung over on Saturday morning.
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