Vacation - Day 2

Well that was a fun night.

I met my friends Mark and Mark (yes I know that looks silly) at their hotel downtown and we made a bit of a pubcrawl of it; Woodys, Black Eagle, and Zippers (the latter there known to use as "The Fringe"). What's to say about gay bars in Toronto that hasn't already been said? Older dudes fancying their chances with younger dudes who have run out of guys their own age to sleep with and are actually interested in more mature guys but not until they've been wined and wined and wined and dined. Yes, booze is a wonderful equalizer.

So we sat and watched the goings on, including a girl at the table next to us at Woodys being shown out because she was a mess, some twinky kid who put his makeup on with a hammer, and an old dude who leered at us once too often making me want to throw the decorative votive on our table at him. Speaking of tables, Woodys has removed their pool table and replaced it with some seating; enough to make a good old fashioned western bar fight a possibility now. Not that we should be so lucky to see anyone get a chair smashed over their back there, but a boy can dream. And just as we got out a couple of drag queens with what I could only assume to be centrepieces from a wedding they went to last year on their heads showed up. Yes, it was time to make an exit.

Black Eagle never fails to disappoint. If you ever think you don't feel dirty enough, just go in there and get leered at by the receiving line on the first floor on your way upstairs to where some scary guy in a faux police officer uniform will dance about and strip. And it's only once he's naked that anyone will actually applaud. We got out of there pretty quick but not before critiquing the artwork on the walls ("He looks... inconvenienced...") and confirming that the barback running around was actually one of the security guards from the 2003 remake of Dawn of the Dead. Bart I think the name was.

Zippers. What a dump.

So it's Saturday morning now. Blogger seems to attach California time to all the posts so add 3 hours to what it says at the bottom; I've already been out to the St Lawrence Market this morning to get everything I need for tonight when Mark and Mark come for dinner. There's something kind of urban-romantic about the single scene in Toronto; going out early for the fresh produce and being home putting it away before some people are even out of bed. I've even got laundry happening downstairs; just a few things to get me through until I feel up to dragging the whole hamper down the street to the bigass laundromat. Yes, I'm domestic. I cook. I clean. The whole deal.

Later this afternoon, Jay is coming by for some Doctor Who viewing so you can pop over to http://www.seansdoctorwhomission.blogspot.com to see our thoughts on today's episode. Then it's dinner. Then back out with Mark and Mark.

I love being on vacation.

That is all.