~THURSDAY~
Thursday morning, Jim and I dicked around the apartment for a few hours and indulged in several episodes of Sexy Commando - one of the most hilarious animes known to mankind. A cocktail shrimp pajama party ensued. Afterwards, we took to the streets of Toronto.
We wandered through a fetish shop at some point. I have never seen so many beautiful pieces of leatherwork in my life. They had leather nurse uniforms, fireman outfits, skirts, vests, catsuits, coocoon-like restriction suits, capes, g-strings, and kimonos. Leather kimonos. Leather kimonos emblazoned with cherry blossom designs, writhing dragons, geometric figures, bright and colorful in smooth, buttery leather. *sigh* If only I had a thousand dollars, I could have bought one. We also popped into a fetish shoe store for a minute, where I drooled - literally drooled - over thigh-hi patent leather 8 inch platform boots.
A quick stop by the local dollar store provided us with glow sticks for the upcoming rave on saturday. Of course, we bought blue ones - six of them, just to be sure we'd have enough.
Just for a lark, we slipped into Club Zanzibar. For you strip club fanatics out there, I highly reccomend going to one in Canada. For starters, they have bars. You can drink at a full nude show. And since the drinking age is 19 in Ontario, I bought Jim and I two rounds.
Somewhere between "Monica" and "Alyssa," Jim divulged that he'd never had a lap dance. I took it upon myself to correct the oversight. I bought him a "table-dance" from a girl named Unique who had impressed us both with her athleticism. She gave him quite the show. Another thing about Canadian strip clubs - they're a lot more lax about contact with the client. A table dance in the U.S. will give you a close up view of your favorite girl, but she' isn't going to touch any part of you except your shoulders. And she CERTAINLY isn't going to give you a close up view of her . . . um . . . trade secrets. The law considers that lewd. Not so in Canada. The only real restriction is that she can't sit on your lap.
Afterwards, we went to the Bata Shoe Museum. It's free on thursdays from 5 to 8pm. It's not your typical museum. For starters, it features footwear rather exclusively (except for a really fascinating exhibit on the Inuit way of life). All of the displays are well-labelled and provide a lot of context for the artifacts in question. Good stuff.
By the time Jim and I got out of the shoe museum we were famished. He lead me to an Indian restraunt. Who would have thought that I could enjoy chicken? Mmm, chicken tikka. Aloo gobi kicks ass too. And don't get me started on the nan! *salivates at the mere thought of chewy, fluffy, smokey bread*
We thought about going clubbing after that, but we were just too damn tired.
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