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So I just got back from Toronto, and let me tell you that the place is pretty sweet. A plethora of sites and cool people...and a good underground music scene. The subway was made more interesting every morning by a guy playing the guitar, who would play some solid killer blues and then switch to some jazz-single string slap-funk thing I didn't get. I'm thinking my brain wasn't on the right frequency due to the significant doses of alcohol from the previous evening. Those yummy and crazy doses that my new friends kept giving me (ONE more car-bomb please...and only one more... ).
Every night was a three to four AM endeavour, and each place we visited varied. Whether it be the crazy throwing of bras over the water pipes which were clearly visible in the pub (Loose-Y Moose-Y!!! ) or the FANTASTIC view from the outdoor deck of a club on the 51st floor (appropriately called Panorama ), the times were crazy as always.
The city consisted of such an interesting blend of different people. As you walk through the town, you couldn't help but notice how each culture sticks together, as if each block was in reality a slice of reality from another country. Some very cool lighting downtown as well I might add...there's nothing like a 50 foot(ish..) jumbo-tron to watch American Idol at night, as you're on your way to the next destination. Oh, and yes, I find it amusing that you can watch American Idol in Canada on a giant jumbo-tron...
Of course there were the atypical conversations (please note sarcasim here ) about politics, about God, about spirituality, and about life . I won't bore you with the details, but I will say I've found an interesting commonality in outside perspective of the 'ole U.S of A. based on my travels (...from India to Mexico). Anyway, it was truly one of those conversations that makes you happy to be with the people you're talking with; and all of us had those "hmmm" moments without having to endure any belligerent or arrogant/self-centered statements.
The week was capped off with a trip to the skydome, where we watched the NY Yankees destroy the Toronto Blue Jays. It was all good though, since baseball games come with beer and hotdogs (well...until you're wallet is empty...). The caveat is that same night consisted of highly annoying kareoke and some lady from the 19th century throwing food at us...I'm still trying to cope with that one...
Many thanks to my new friends in Toronto for a great time. And yes, the CN tower still makes me think of that movie canadian bacon...
~j
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~j
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