May 31, 2006

After several hours of Doors Open horrors, I caught up with Bryan just as he was hopping out of bed. Our breakfast consisted of beer, cold pizza, and cigarettes. Once our bellies were filled with nourishment, we jumped into my van and spun aimlessly around Toronto, eyes brimming with velocity.

We took several wrong turns to reach Queen Street, where found a horde of Laurier expatriates in front of a gallery on suburban art. Warm, sweaty embraces. Bryan and I joined the horde and rushed inside to explore the corner of honeymoon and fidelity. Soon thereafter, the gallery burst at the seams with witty comments…

And we were hurled towards the edges of the city, an edge that felt a lot like Dave’s backyard.

Dave plied us with alcohol and fed us burgers that contained no meat, and for a while we were happy. There were cats in trees and talk of suicide. And we found out a lot about each other, like the fact that Gobey is putting his Economics MA to work by teaching anal research, and that Dave is a wonderful boy.

There was also pink cake and some sort of erect, pink thing. We were so happy we touched ourselves.