What a weekend! Friday I went out with some girls for drinks on a rooftop patio. We got our first round at the bar, then found a table. Over an hour later, a waiter finally came by and took the next round. When he returned, he told the girls it'd be $20 (for 1 glass of wine and I cuppa tea). They asked for their checks. They checks said $8.50 and $3.50. They handed him a $5 and a $10 and he wandered off. They had to grab him for their change - he was not going to give any. (Lenley, sound like Miyo's?) So, we called the manager over, who apologized and have us a free round of drinks.
The restaurant turned into a dance club, so we stayed and danced. I, of course, was not wearing the right shoes for dancing. I had stubbed my right toe so bad earlier, that I almost ripped the toenail off. So, I was compensating by staying mostly on my left. Which, of course, gave me a nice blister on my left. I left early (midnight) because my feet hurt too bad. Walking home was miserable!
Saturday I did my usual rounds of Home Dept, Wal-Mart and Ikea. Then I had my circus night. From the description, I thought it was going to be flying trapeze. You swing, guy catches you, you fall into big net. (Others thought so as well.) Nope. The trapeze was a mere 4 feet off the floor. But we still had fun. I tumbled, jumped on the trampoline (yes, I did a back flip), swung and hung on the trapeze, hoop, and climbed the fabric from the ceiling. Which was where I got a lovely rope burn on top of my blister.
Then I got dressed and went to the ballroom dance. My poor feet! But I still danced. I stayed until they shut it down.
Sunday was the Gay Pride Parade. Toronto has the 2nd largest Gay Pride festival in N Amer (SF is #1). People of all ages were there to watch - young, old, and quite a few children. It was a very festive atmosphere. People were not gawking or shocked, but truly enjoying diversity and even proud that their city accepts this. Most big businesses had a float or entourage at the parade, including Trojan, IBM and the police department (90% females marching with the police department). There were fabulous drag queens, bad drag queens, topless women and bottomless men, a little bit of leather, and even a juggling, stilt-walking trannie. Every float had someone with a SuperSoaker. So, we all got blasted with the SuperSoakers. It was 87 so it felt good and I am glad I did not wear white. But the most un-South Carolina moment was the Mayor of Toronto walking - not riding in a car, but enthusiastically walking - in the parade.
Everyone was milling around after the parade. I only got 1 free condom. I then walked all the way down to front street (close to a mile) to go the to St Lawrence Market, which I found out is closed on Sundays. I took the streetcar home and just crashed with the realization that my body is getting older and cannot do everything it used to. I was absolutely exhausted. I went to the pub on the corner, had a cider and wings and then crawled into bed.
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