Who are you and why are you in my establishment? Is probably what the nice Lebanese man thought as he seated 11 white people and their token brown friend. It's always nice to get a glimpse into other cultures. It started harmless enough with the desire to see belly dancing. A friend made the reservation and we should have gotten the clue when they called back to verify that Fish, party of 12, did intend on showing up to the 10 pm 'party'.



We showed up at 10, our first mistake of many. It didn't fill until around 11:30 but until then we had bottomless appetizers to munch on and the house band and singer to entertain. Not that we knew what was happening because it was all in a different language (Incidentally, the only english spoken at the restaurant was to tell someone they had left the lights on in their black topaz). It was probably a raring rendition of who are those white people. A lot of people danced 11:30 on, in either the belly dancing style or chain style, which seemed like line dancing, with mysterious rules dictated by a spinning a chain. There were a lot of MILFS in the crowd.



At 1 am the meal was served and desert was a fabulous belly dancer. The thing we had been waiting for so patiently. She could gyrate like nobodies business and commanded the attention of the audience. She worked the room bringing up old and young men to dance with her. The old man shook his booty while the young stud was too cool and stood still clapping. At the end I was determined that they had been playing the same song the whole night.



It's nice to dabble in other cultures, sort of felt like I was traveling again or showed up at a wedding reception I hadn't been invited to.

It was probably one of the best social experiments that have happened in recent times. Turn off the power for a massive percentage of the population and record what kind of chaos ensues. It's going to take a while, but I have the preliminary results right here.



People are stupid:

1) I was driving and laughed my ass of as I saw an annoyed driver sitting behind a streetcar waiting for it to move. News flash buddy, they don't move when the power is out.

2) The morning after when we are suppose to be conserving water, the neighbour is spraying down his driveway. When called out about his stupidity his retort is 'ah, I can use a little to spray. want me to spray you. ha ha'



Deprivation can build a community - probably one of the only times it is acceptable to talk to anybody without getting the hard cold Toronto stare. It was weird to feel such a sense of well being. Strangers were directing traffic, while other strangers were feeding them and the police water and food.



We're a bunch of commercial bastards - some idiots upped the price of water and jacked up the price of gas. They'll probably get it in the end.



And so many more things than I can analyze...

Punch-Drunk Love - intense, strange, weird, out of left field, what just happened?, I need a break this is too much, moral - never call a sex line because bad things will happen



American Wedding - funny, did they just do that?, i guess you can say they have all body products covered sufficiently now, weird evil twins, moral - even the biggest of pricks have the softest of hearts, and everyone wants to have sex with stifler

Because I thought you could use a laugh...why stick people are extinct

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This morning I learned that at 8:45 am on the second floor of the parking garage at one of my offices there is a black SUV that rocks. It carries two passengers, but they don't sit in the front set. They curiously in the back doing what some onlookers have characterized as a crazy new form of calestetics.



This afternoon a yellow convertible mustang came around a corner at 160 km\h. When is spotted a car turning left it slammed on it's brakes, spun around a couple of times, hit the curb, drove into a tree causing it to flip over landing ass up. It made a sound like an elephant that was heard throughout the office. Everyone jumped up and ran to the window and stayed there as emergency crews arrived.



Some of the best and worst things happen in cars.

Not wanted in the canoe

Then there is Labour Day. The period leading up to that long weekend, also known as Your Last Chance, is fraught with worry and distraction. Some say not having a cottage for Labour Day is akin to being dateless on New Year's Eve.



Maybe it's time I start enforcing the rule; no more friends in the friends group unless they have direct access to a cottage.

Why would you deliver pool chemicals to a bar? I don't know either but I did it last night in my dream. I was fantastically drunk at a bar. It was exactly like Madison House with all the hidden rooms and patios to drink on. As I walked around I realized that I knew everyone at the bar. People I went to school with, worked with or met randomly (while drinking at a bar in Barrie where I preceeded to say 'Wazzup!' until the entire bar was going it), were gallivanting around. But then I was sober driving a big rig around town with my sister. I had a mission, I had pool chemicals to deliver to the pub. Why would a pub need pool chemicals? I kept getting lost and having to back up the rig without much luck. When I finally made it to the bar, all the friends I had been drinking with opened up the back door and unloaded the chemicals in an assembly line fashion placing them neatly in the back.

Last week I dragged myself out to the Digital Gun Awards at the old distillery district with a couple of buddies. It was well worth it, even if it is just to silence my lamenting that there is nothing to do. But, in a place as vaste as TO, I should be saying, I am too lozy to do anything.



Can you make a digital short in 3 days? Can you do it under the gun? But, when they tell is it is much more flashy and edited along the lines of Guy Richie to really hook you. This year's them was cars, last year's was missing in spain. Out of the 11 shorts, there was a couple I hated and a couple I loved. The district is definitely worth a visit again before next years awards.