Toronto, Day One.
I'm sitting in a restaurant waiting for my order that was taken in the midst of a miniature panic attack.
"Uh..sure, combo 44. Is it good? You don't know? Well fine then, I'll go with combo 43 instead. 43 sounds like a delicious number"
This is my first night in Toronto and I'm all alone. It's not surprising; I enjoy burning things, like cigarettes and bridges.
I'm fairly certain my last night in Peterborough left a bitter taste in my friends' mouths. I'm not proud of my actions nor would I say they're exactly in good taste...but I couldn't resist.
"Don't eat that cookie..I mean it .Don't eat that cookie."
Do you remember when your Mom would say something like that to you? I do, I also remember that I was that kid that would grab the cookie and quickly stuff it into my mouth, chewing it as fast as I could. Sometimes I'd choke on the damned thing.
The important thing is that the people that I'm going to miss-the one's that really matter I've apologized to. Granted they haven't forgiven me and making amends from a new city is going to be difficult but at least it's a start.
What the fuck did I order? I could have sworn I'd get to use chopsticks. Fuck forks. FORK FORKS!
MMM..Ok, Ginger at Parliament &Carlton is so freakin' good!
ahhh thats right by where i live! i walk by that ginger all the time.
ReplyDeletewelcome to the city, i lived here the last four yeas but spent this summer living in bobcaygeon and just moved back. feels good to be here. SOOO much more to do!