Gluttony is the best sin ever.
Took the GO bus to ZBs place this weekend. She's been feeling down lately, so goal of weekend was to cheer her up and keep her mind off of fuckwit soon-to-be ex-husband. Part one of plan: eliminate all vegetables. Healthy food is just a ploy to keep you alive longer. Instead, rot insides and a shorter lifespan is YOURS! With shorter lifespan, one can appreciate the little things in life. Ergo, hamburgers + kettle corn + turkey legs + Cap'n Crunch = perspective. And liver damage. Seriously. Aside from what I was told was artichokes in the 5 cheese and artichoke dip from East Side Marios, we didn't have one formally green organism for three days. Even the burgers came with onion rings as a filling instead of tomatoes!
Night one consisted of Value Village searching for vintage clothes. Hello, giant pink silk monstrosity hailing from the 60s. Loverly! Then scoffed down burger and rush home to pup. Taking dog on 4km walk mere seconds after combo meal is very bad idea. Various shades of puce was we! Back home to watch movies and eat sugary sweet gummy feet. First selection was to heal the soul with the miraculous powers of a Scottish accent. Merci, 'Stone of Destiny'. You and your Scot cast warm hearts and loins!
Day two. As espionage was foiled, due to fuckwittery of the ex, ZB wasn't in the best of spirits. Tried to sell her on the idea that we should both choose an activity the other normally wouldn't try. And this way we both grow and are entertained in new and (as I would learn later) disturbing ways.
Taking to Facebook, I was directed by brilliant sources to a Medieval Faire hosted in the town over. ZB and I stayed maybe 45 minutes as she was distracted, blue, and was of the mind that 'Medieval' was unchristian. "It's not of God! Med - EVIL, Leelee!" Still, after explaining that the name only meant Middle Age and the christian emphasis to everything in those Dark Ages, we left the foam-sword wielding kiddies and the massive Henry VIII turkey legs behind.
We left the fair and ZB took us off to a Christian bookstore. Where I stood for fifteen minutes in the 'Contemporary Culture' aisle, staring at the spine of a book called The Lie: EVOLUTION, and attempted not to torch the place. ZB was pleased though, as she had gotten tickets to our next even of the evening. Christian. Rock. Concert. Will say that ZB was brave to force self out as she was only in the mindspace to hide under covers all weekend. But to the Xian Concert we go. Where I am treated to a set of was can only be described as Jesus Techno (man on stage throwing out words like 'cross, Jesus, blood' over heavy nst-nst-nst beats. Next set featured a girly channeling '80s Madonna (if Madonna had found God instead of just utilizing religious imagery of her name!) Here, I was required to put my hands outstretched and fill myself up with the holy spirit... of rock.
ZB's ears were throbbing after the second set due to our proximity directly next the amps, so we skipped the second half of the show. Instead, we headed out to the mall for East Side Marios and to catch Love Happens and learn to heal our hearts as only Romantic Comedy can offer. Especially loved the cheesy 'slow clap' scene at the end. Priceless, golden cheese.
Day three opened with a 5km walk with the pup and a heart to heart. Followed by church.... with forced participation. And twangy country "hymns". And dancing. But church was beside a shwarma place which was launching it's prototype of Lebanese pizza and spicy-spicy sauce. NOM NOM NOM! From there, more supplies consisting of Cap'n Crunch and an afternoon of more cheesy Rom Coms. This vintage came from '96 and had subtle undertones of grunge, pop psychology, and Sarah Jessica Parker. Followed by 13 Going On 30. Andy Serkis, you are my hero. Had to dash back to the GO station and headed back home where Mar and I stayed up until 2am watching the Emmys.
Monday saw me writing cover letters, comforting self via gorging self on Korean BBQ, and the return of a long gone treasure in my life, the VICI Gelateria and Cafe which A found for me! Gelato on the last day of summer. Very fitting. The location at Dundas Square closed on my birthday, and I had to fly to Italy to subdue my cravings.
Night one consisted of Value Village searching for vintage clothes. Hello, giant pink silk monstrosity hailing from the 60s. Loverly! Then scoffed down burger and rush home to pup. Taking dog on 4km walk mere seconds after combo meal is very bad idea. Various shades of puce was we! Back home to watch movies and eat sugary sweet gummy feet. First selection was to heal the soul with the miraculous powers of a Scottish accent. Merci, 'Stone of Destiny'. You and your Scot cast warm hearts and loins!
Day two. As espionage was foiled, due to fuckwittery of the ex, ZB wasn't in the best of spirits. Tried to sell her on the idea that we should both choose an activity the other normally wouldn't try. And this way we both grow and are entertained in new and (as I would learn later) disturbing ways.
Taking to Facebook, I was directed by brilliant sources to a Medieval Faire hosted in the town over. ZB and I stayed maybe 45 minutes as she was distracted, blue, and was of the mind that 'Medieval' was unchristian. "It's not of God! Med - EVIL, Leelee!" Still, after explaining that the name only meant Middle Age and the christian emphasis to everything in those Dark Ages, we left the foam-sword wielding kiddies and the massive Henry VIII turkey legs behind.
We left the fair and ZB took us off to a Christian bookstore. Where I stood for fifteen minutes in the 'Contemporary Culture' aisle, staring at the spine of a book called The Lie: EVOLUTION, and attempted not to torch the place. ZB was pleased though, as she had gotten tickets to our next even of the evening. Christian. Rock. Concert. Will say that ZB was brave to force self out as she was only in the mindspace to hide under covers all weekend. But to the Xian Concert we go. Where I am treated to a set of was can only be described as Jesus Techno (man on stage throwing out words like 'cross, Jesus, blood' over heavy nst-nst-nst beats. Next set featured a girly channeling '80s Madonna (if Madonna had found God instead of just utilizing religious imagery of her name!) Here, I was required to put my hands outstretched and fill myself up with the holy spirit... of rock.
ZB's ears were throbbing after the second set due to our proximity directly next the amps, so we skipped the second half of the show. Instead, we headed out to the mall for East Side Marios and to catch Love Happens and learn to heal our hearts as only Romantic Comedy can offer. Especially loved the cheesy 'slow clap' scene at the end. Priceless, golden cheese.
Day three opened with a 5km walk with the pup and a heart to heart. Followed by church.... with forced participation. And twangy country "hymns". And dancing. But church was beside a shwarma place which was launching it's prototype of Lebanese pizza and spicy-spicy sauce. NOM NOM NOM! From there, more supplies consisting of Cap'n Crunch and an afternoon of more cheesy Rom Coms. This vintage came from '96 and had subtle undertones of grunge, pop psychology, and Sarah Jessica Parker. Followed by 13 Going On 30. Andy Serkis, you are my hero. Had to dash back to the GO station and headed back home where Mar and I stayed up until 2am watching the Emmys.
Monday saw me writing cover letters, comforting self via gorging self on Korean BBQ, and the return of a long gone treasure in my life, the VICI Gelateria and Cafe which A found for me! Gelato on the last day of summer. Very fitting. The location at Dundas Square closed on my birthday, and I had to fly to Italy to subdue my cravings.