August 19th, 2004


Toronto Trip: Day 4.

Sunday night @ Hemingway's, a rooftop pub in Yorkville.


Woke up late Sunday, which tends to happen when you don't hit the sack 'til early Sunday.

We were going to grab something to eat at the farmer's market at St. Lawrence Market, but it was closed. So once again we found ourselves brunching at the great Griddle of Gold.

I was in the mood to see a large body of water, so we decided to head down to Toronto's Harbourfront. We were about halfway there when Alex suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. If you remember, the last time we walked out of a Golden Griddle Alex claimed he felt a small heart attack. This time he was experiencing an attack in a different organ.

"Oh man," was all he said as he clutched his belly, but I knew exactly what he meant.

From that point on Alex walked with a powerful sense of urgency. Up ahead I saw a cluster of tall buildings, one of which was a hotel.

"I'm going for that Westin," he said.

Rain and Paul were walking behind us, so they didn't know what was going on. They didn't know why Alex was walking so fast with his buttcheeks clinched tightly together.

Alex sprinted across a busy boulevard, almost getting flattened, and dashed into the lobby of the Westin. About 10 minutes later he emerged with sweat beads on his forehead and uttered the quote of the day:

"It looked like I had a miscarriage."


After threatening to rain all weekend, it finally did, right when we were walking along the lake. I guess it was to be expected. After all, we were hanging with a guy named after precipitation. Seriously, it rained the last time I was with him in Tokyo. If it rains on our next trip, I'm going to offer our services to drought-stricken countries.

ME: Dude, you got some time next week? Sudan was wondering if we wanted to vacation there. Rooms and AK-47's are comped, along with free Continental breakfast.

RAIN: I'm not fucking doing Sudan again. Last time we were there one of the warlords try to abduct me and sell my ass in the black market to a man harem in Qatar.

ME: There comes a time, when we need a certain call. When the world must come together as ...

RAIN: Oh alright I'm going! You know I have no defense against that.

The one good thing about the downpour was that we spent the afternoon in our suite, brainstorming. And checking out photos of Livejournal girls we thought were hot. Kidding.


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