BeenieTown

I can't find it. Where was it again?

The second time in this two-bit town, and I can't remember where on earth this bodega is.

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Pat was probably getting annoyed about my fixation on finding this place.

This time around we were driving. The roads were even shittier than the ones found in my home town of Winnipeg. I thought the roads would be better.

Anyway, we rolled in to town a day before. I commandeered our trek as soon as we got through the tunnel. Murray's bagels was our first stop. A plain bagel—not toasted—with half-a-pound of cream cheese on it. If that was the only reason for the whole trip, I would argue that it was worth it! 

Off to Third Rail Coffee in the Village. 

We heard from Nik at this point. He was haggard from the night before. We had to kill some time, so off to the place where dreams—and debt—are made. An intricate setup of conveyor belts, and dumbwaiters filled the rafters of this two story monstrosity. All the camera, music, and audio equipment you could think of.

Oatmeal, panzarottis, and choir practice

It was a warm day in Toronto on College Street. I seem to be on this never ending trek of finding hole-in-the-wall restaurants on my travels. Ani had suggested this place, the banana oatmeal pancakes are a must. Ani's brother Sid, Pat and I wound up waiting for a table. Aunties & Uncles. 

An old rickety table, with old rickety chairs, probably from the 50s. Just inside the door an old light yellow bookshelf, covered in dust. There it was 

The night before I was at the Monarch Tavern, with Heather, singing Only Girl In The World with Choir! Choir! Choir! led by Daveed—Nobu was out sick that night.

Choir! Choir! Choir! from Kris on Vimeo.

It was an interesting scene, a dark aging tavern kind of hidden Downtown, a couple blocks off College Street.

When we were leaving, Heather told me about the panzarottis at Bitondo Pizza, which necessitated a stop. God damn, it was one of the best panzarottis I've ever had. Even if I lived in Toronto, Bitondo's just off the beaten path, and I'm sure I would have never found it without Heather's help!

Guess whom our waiter at Aunties was? Daveed of course!

Old stuff

 I just found this old 'note' I wrote myself thought it would make for an interesting blog post about life this week.

Nov 20th, 2012

Sitting here in red lake, at work, I'm thinking about the future, I'm actually kind of nervous about it!  I just applied for school last week, a very competitive program at red river, also my job ends in a couple weeks, and have yet to know if I have one in winnipeg.

Being an ENTP, I look at the potential success, vs the potential failure, and have always taken the easy road.  Yesterday, Patrick told me he could see me going into anything, and succeeding, he could see me going into advertising; he concluded with saying that he could see me doing a whole bunch of different things.  Of course this put a smile on my face!!

I'm nervous about the portfolio, the interview, and most of all, getting into the program... Succeeding will be a new challenge of it's own, being in school for two years will be insane, changing of spending habits, striving for something instead of just coasting, savoring my time off, and probably not working a whole lot!