What a weekend.

Friday. Dinner was wicked, though it was kind of a 'double date' of sorts...thankfully, really. Conversation was great, food was good, company was amazing and she was HOTT. Yup. Wandered around Church street (feel the Pride vibe!), chatted, got the updates from my girls that she was interested and thought I was good lookin' (good to know that I do in fact clean up well). End of the night, I offered to walk her back to her car, the gals conveniently fell back and we wandered off. Did some chattin' and laughing and just as the conversation got quieter (you know what I'm talking about) this car full of youngins pulls up and they're all "Are you leaving? We want your spot". So we rushed the ending, though I actually remembered to ask for digits. All in all, it was good. I think I'll ring her today. Wish me luck.

Saturday. Went rowing, chilled out, went to Costco (Kimmie, your isht's gonna get mailed out this week), got new tires (finally). Met up with the girls and went to Church street to check out the action again. Sometime after midnight we go in search of coffee and find pepper spray instead. Can I tell you how much that shit hurts? I was still coughing well into Sunday. Way to put a damper on Pride weekend. Stupid humans.

Sunday. Skipped rowing on account of my pepper spray experience. Slept in. Went to Niagara on the Lake with my rowing partner. Tested all the wine I could (no drinkin' and drivin' here my friend). Basically had a nice relaxing day. Bought wine. Marvelled at how quiet it was. Damn SARS, West Nile and um, what was the other thing? Though it made traffic non-existent. But I feel sorry for all those places that make their big dollars off of dumb ass tourists. Come visit Ontario! We promise you won't die of anything weird! Honest!