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NOT Kanjiklub...although everything should be about Kanjiklub (this is a semi-obscure Star Wars reference...one that bonded me with Uncle Jesse for life).

In the last year, I went from going to zero concerts for the past...6 years...to EVERY CONCERT EVER.

It's been amazing.  I couldn't love it more.  I am reborn.

It started with Jack U last year, and then since this spring it's been non-stop.


Pusha T at the Danforth Music Hall.  I love me some Pusha.  I love that he's holding the flame for rap. I love his delivery. I love the production. I love the hooks. The last cocaine superhero might be courting controversy by stumping for Hilary (from the likes of Breitbart and similar), but seriously...if you're trying to get people registered to vote, why WOULDN'T you pick a coke dealer?  That seems like pretty sound logic, to me.  Every now and then, to the great embarrassment of the Dotytron, I practice doing a Pusha-style "yuuuuch" sound and let's just say...it needs workshopping.  That show was backpacker-y realness.  I love me a multi-ethnic Toronto crowd like nothing else.  When everyone has their hands in the air and knows every word to every tune.  Pusha had us sing the chorus to "Runaway" and it was magic.  My hands didn't leave the air for a nanosecond at that show.  His last album, Darkest Before the Dawn, has so many choice tunes: FIFA, M.F.T.R., Sunshine, MPA, in particular.

From then,  I went to see Rihanna with Dr. Rei.  Robin Fenty is a queen. Nothing more to say about that.  I love that RiRi DGAF about anything.  She's so herself.  She hangs out with her regular people friends, can't really dance, is just so special and perfect.  Like, really:

Then, I saw Kanye, TWICE.  Haha.  Went first with Dr. Rei, Hanbo, the Dotytron at the ACC for the Toronto show...which was NEXT.  Look: we all know I'm huge Kanye fan, but for good cause, because he is straight-up a musical genius.  No one out there is doing what he's doing. So yeah, maybe you hate him because he's married to Kim K and she's "got no talent" (except for being an astute and canny businesswoman).  Yeah, maybe you hate him because he's "egotistical" (except, like, how come you're not dragging oh, I don't know, JOHN LENNON for the same?).  Yeah, maybe you hate him because he was "mean to Taylor Swift" (except, number one wifey, Kim K showed us the receipts on that one).  The point is, you can't hate him for his music.  That concert, and The Life of Pablo is a non-stop hit parade.  My fav tunes are: Ultralight Beam, Father Stretch My Hands Part 1, Wolves, Waves, Highlights...basically the whole album.

Then, I went to Montreal, for one glorious night, to see Kanye AGAIN, that same week.  The last time I saw Ye in concert, was about 2007 or 2008, for his Glow in the Dark tour.  Dr. Rei and I went, with both my brothers.  It was a different time.  Rihanna was opening.  The show was at the Molson Amphitheatre, we still felt uncomplicated feelings of joy when Chris Brown appeared as a surprise guest (as opposed to now, when I'm nothing but conflicted when I get goosebumps during the chorus of Waves).  Then my youngest bro got into ravey EDM music and last summer we went to see Jack U.  Kanye seemed like a perfect show for us to continue the kid #2 and kid #4 bonding experience, but now CHova is a bigshot dentist in Ottawa, and he couldn't make the TO show, so we decided to meet in Montreal.  This meant I took the train to Montreal for one glorious night.

A few things:

1) Train travel is GLORIOUS.  Wifi, not having to pay attention, 5 hours of captive time to read and relax?!?  WHAT IS THIS LIFE?!

2) I got to visit with my friend, Montreal I, and it was super cute

3) the Montreal crowd for Kanye was kind of weak (lots of butts in seats), but it was magic being able to hang with my youngest bro and Aunt Viv.  I love those guys.

Then, I went with Dr. Rei and the Dotytron to see Kaytranada and Anderson .Paak.  Kaytranada is a total babeshow who makes supremely danceable new house music and has the best back story of all time.  He also recently won the Polaris prize, and really, EVERYONE wins when that happens, because the internet is flooded with pictures of this babeshow smiling shyly in overalls.  Look: I'm obviously going to be all over a tall drink of water in statement glasses and overalls.  You can take the girl outta the Triple 5 Soul clothing but you can't take the Triple 5 Soul outta the girl, naw mean?

One more for good measure.

The show was at Echo Beach, which I personally love as a venue, but for some reason the sound wasn't as loud as it could be.  But the crowd was super cute and all respectful and loved up and I saw lots of beautiful brown faces and I was with two people I unconditionally adore, so what more can I ask for?  Not much.  I listened a bunch to the Kaytranada album in preparation, and we heard it a lot at Dr. Rei cottage times.  Anderson .Paak I was less familiar with.  That guy is pure charisma though.  I wasn't expecting him to be killing it on the drums and singing and performing his face off.  He definitely won me over.

Then, this past week was Lil' Chano from the 79th, aka Chance the Rapper, aka Chancelor Bennet, aka the love of my life.  I started listening to his latest mixtape, Coloring Book, in the early summer and I was instantly hooked.  HOOKED.  All you have to do is read like, 1 article about the guy and then you fall in love.  I am crushing HARD.  I love people who wear their hearts on their sleeves and are good people and he is all of those things.  I'm so freakin' into the guy.  It's not even funny.  Then I backtracked and listened to the previous 2 mixtapes and it was the icing on the cake.  I love the whole album, but my favorite tunes are: ...actually, I almost uniformly love every song.  The ones I like least are Smoke Break and Mix Tape.  My favorite tune is probably Summer Friends.

Dotytron and I went with our Discerning Coyote friend and we grabbed dinner and when we got to Echo Beach, it sounded like someone was already on, and I started freaking out because I was worried we were missing my boyfriend.  It turned out to be this ungainly, odd, gangly white boy with a shock of floppy hair and this kind of modern 80s, new-new wave, urban UK aesthetic singing his heart out and doing odd, jerky dance moves.  I grabbed my merch and we rolled up and within 10 seconds of listening to him, I turned to the boys and was like, "this guy sounds like a cross between David Byrne and Peter Gabriel" and we all kind of chuckled and then 5 minutes passed and I was like, "I kind of love this guy" and the Dotytron and the Discerning Coyote were like, "TOTALLY!" and I've been listening to his album, Farewell, Starlite! pretty much non-stop and I'm IN LOVE.  My favorite tunes are: See Her Out (That Just Life), Comeback, May I Have This Dance, My Citys Gone, and Friends (feat. Bon Iver).  Believe me, no one is more surprised to be into something that Bon Iver is associated with, than me.

Francis being a weird butt.

Earlier in the summer I'd watched his video for his song, Friends, which Chance's Summer Friends samples.  The video features Kanye.  Kanye and Chance are obsessed with Francis, which is good company to keep, as far as I'm concerned.  The video is so good, guys.  That dance at the end!  When he performed it at the concert, Chance came out and did the dance with him and it was magic. They actually performed it twice, once during Francis' set and then Summer Friends was the encore.  I LOVE THESE TWO PURE HEARTS SO MUCH.

Been playing this song at least 10 times a day for the past 4 days. I couldn't love this more.

It is warm, beautiful songwriting with like, totally warm 80s, new wave, almost Aphex Twin like production.  It's like Aphex Twin meets Peter Gabriel.  Which is a pretty awesome combination.

The most perfect person in the world.

And well, Chance is just a perfect person.  His show was really more than I thought it was going to be (I expected rapping along to a back track).  He had a full multi-media performance.  Live instruments, multiple puppets, animatronics...it was a whole quasi-religious journey.  It got a little *too* religious at certain points for the Dotytron and the Discerning Coyote, but it didn't bother me (obviously, I'm the ultimate Chancelor Bennet apologist).

Anyway, THAT'S A PRETTY RESPECTABLE CONCERT SCHEDULE FOR A PARENT OF THREE.  This isn't including all the films I've seen lately: Mustang, Mommy, A Separation, etc., and all the books I've read.  

Fin.

sad halloween

halloween was a total bust this year. well, not completely, but i totally dropped the ball to the point where i felt like a bit of a failure in the halloween spirit department. no signature pumpkins (and this year's contenders were going to be AWESOME - i'd spill the beans but i'm going to recycle the idea for next year, so you'll just have to wait with baited breath), no costumes for me and the dotytron, no costume for the boobla khan, pretty crappy cut-out decorations...ugh. i was definitely not in full form. i mean, i have a good excuse, but i still feel like i could've gotten my shiz together a bit more and pulled something together.

friday night we laid low. it was a bitterly cold day so the dotytron came home right after school and we snuggled in flannel jammies and ate big bowls of beef stew with roasted garlic mashed potatoes:
saturday morning i made us homemade sausage'n'egg mcmuffins with whole wheat thomas english muffins which are CRAP to eat on their own. it's like they're shockingly bad, considering how amazingly wonderful and the pinnacle of english muffin-ness the non-whole wheat thomas english muffins are. anyway, i lightly toasted 'em and sandwiched them with bob evans sausage, and over-easy egg, and grated cheddar cheese. muy bueno:

then we set up the stroller and walked down to queen street and the dotytron got a coffee from one of the ten bajillion gourmet coffee places in leslieville and we promenaded and basically assumed the mantle of the leslieville yuppie stroller brigade. yikes.

we came home and the dotytron convinced me to order popeye's fried chicken because he feels that since i entered the second trimester, i've been way less binge-y with my eating than in the entire course of our relationship and he's apparently really missed eating crappy takeout. so i indulged the poor boy. this involved the usual (3 piece, dark meat, spicy meal deal with mashed po' and cajun gravy) and then i went all FUBAR and ordered the MARDI GRAS CHEESECAKE. you know, cuz popeye's is known for their DESSERTS. oy x a billion.

sunday we had brunch with my family at joy bistro which was hilarious because big d was in fine form and was being adorably big d. this involved telling my mom to shut up and stop interrupting and making cracks about me and my stepmother and then directing a billion questions a minute about cell phone plans at s-dawg. it also involved this awesome exchange, the impetus for which was big d requesting the name of our plumber:

s-dawg: "didn't we have a plumber? what happened to that guy - i forget his name, he was black, and he used to call me steven"
big d: "oh i know who you're talking about. he wasn't black and he wasn't a plumber"

lol!!!

we came home, had a visit with S & A and then dr. rei came over and the dotytron shaved and turned into baby dotytron for movember and we had classic m-r-i times at our place high. it was hilarious. we talked about a billion different things, ranging from the serious to the trifling. a big discussion concerned where we were going to order in for dinner. we floated the idea of the burger's priest, which i've talked about before. i had thought the name was just being cheeky, but when i checked out the website to look up the menu, i found out that the religious angle was way more jesus-fish-y than i had previously assumed, complete with links to christian sermons and quotes from numbers under the tab "the gospel." so then dr. rei and i got all skeeved out at the politicizing of our burger ordering and it became a question of whether or not they were also against the gays or not and if we should order from them and the dotytron went all hilarious and called us out on the arbitrary insertion of anti-religious bias into our burger ordering which culminated in the line, "i can guarantee you that the burger's priest guy doesn't have the money OR THE POLITICAL CONNECTIONS [to actualize any kind of christian agenda]" lol! it was the most impassioned defense of a good burger couched in a critique of the arbitrary and provisional nature of the intersection between capitalism, consumerism and politics that i've ever heard.

there was also some hilarity around giving out halloween candy because in the year that our costco overflow from last year has been sitting around the house, somehow someone (probably me, because, as the dotytron accused, "you don't respect candy because you don't even LIKE candy") threw some candy canes in the bin and dr. rei mistakenly uploaded a candy cane on a neighbour kid and i was kind of embarrassed about it. then, we had a band of total chinese immigrant kids show up at our door (the kind where some of them aren't even in costume because they don't get the holiday at all, and where one of the kids politely thanked me with a: "sank you!" - so cute!) and one of the kids studied the bin, and then actually said, "hmmm...candy cane" and CHOSE a candy cane. it was hilarious.

my mum is really the best. she may not be "nurturing" in the typical white mom way, but she's not a white mom, and she can deliver where it counts (ie. if you want a threatening lawyer-y cease-and-desist letter written on your behalf). in this case, she went to pac mall and bought us beard papa cream puffs, which i'd only heard about recently from my friend mhui. they are AMAZING. assuming you like really rich pastry cream (yes!), delicate choux paste profiteroles (yes!) and OVERSIZED, OVERSTUFFED portions of both of the above (yes yes, a thousand times, yes!) so good. so creamy. apparently there are locations where you can get the cream puffs warm and the pac mall location was mobbed - super long line ups. so worth it. why are the japanese the best at oh, i don't know, EVERYTHING?!??!

tonight for dinner i made us matzoh ball soup with lots of root veggies, dill, tender chunks of chicken, and dilled matzoh balls:

we had the dessert we were supposed to have yesterday, a pear franginpane tarte tatin with an oatmeal crust, warmed in the oven and served with a dollop of whipped cream:

in other news - do you think they could've swapped babies on us? look at this kid - he's so his own person. he doesn't really look like me OR the dotytron:

what are the chances that don rickles was having a baby the exact same night as us, at the exact same hospital? i'll let you decide:




fin.

my cup runneth over...

and over and over and over...sure life can be hard, and it's full of trials and tribulations and challenges, but after weekends like this, i'm reminded of how lucky i am and how grateful i am for the ability to be aware of the multitude of joys in my life. let's face it, folks, winning the vagina sweepstakes and landing in the northern (read: mostly developed) hemisphere is reason enough to rejoice in our good fortune. having a minimum of one person out there who loves you is enough and knowing that so many of us have a multiplicity of love in our lives is the sweetest, fluffiest, most decadent buttercream frosting on the cake.

this weekend was filled with moments of gratitude and laughter.

1) look at this bowl of pierogies. isn't it divine?

 

i've finally figured out my pierogi making technique. you start with bacon, sliced into little thin lardons. render those out until they're crisp, and then set aside on a paper-towel lined plate to drain. into the bacon drippings go a large spanish onion, thinly sliced, to sweat and caramelize and turn into silky shreds of allium goodness over a long, slow cook on medium heat, with some assistance from a big blob of chopped garlic. back in go those bacon bits, topped with your frozen pierogies and a sprinkling of salt and a good hit of freshly ground black pepper. then into the oven they go, to be annointed upon their emergence, all browned and crispy-chewy with a mountain of full-fat sour cream and a heap of thinly sliced scallions. that there is good stuff. and while it's not the most seasonal of summer dishes, it is an intensely satisfying one when you're coming home ravenous on a friday night.

2) the diemonds were super fun! they were on a mixed bill with some other grindcore and hardcore bands, so it wasn't the best crowd, though there were some hair-a** dudes giving it their all in the headbanging arena. there were multiple points of hilarity en route with the classic M-R-I team made up with dr. rei in the backseat nattering on and the three of us frequently dissolving into riotous bouts of laughter over the following:

i) dr. rei mistaking a fat, pasty, frequently topless and man-boobs sporting old weird-al yankovic guy for cousin al.
ii) dr. rei realizing her mistake upon meeting cousin al and seeing his neck tattoos.
iii) us going for ice cream at the drake's "ice cream and t-shirts" store. as dr. rei and i are ordering our scoops, we see the server's eyes get big as she gasps out, "that's not a bench!!!" as we hear a crash behind us, to find that the dotytron has tried to sit on a remarkably bench-like piece of furniture that it turns out is ACTUALLY a miniature bowling game, but that has stupidly been placed in the EXACT spot in the store where you would expect a bench-shaped piece of furniture to be.
iv) the three of us getting so taken with the idea of massimo's pizza and poutini's poutine and ice cream and wanting to grab all the food in the general vicinity and then picturing the three of us, the most unlikely and out ouf place people at an 80s hair metal show, grooving in a corner to grind core with our hands full of pizza, ice cream, pop and poutine. lol!!!
v) it taking us AN HOUR to get home, more than 45 minutes of which was spent arguing with an overweight, highly stressed out mcdonald's drive thru clerk who was losing his mind, forgot to punch in 1 of our big mac combo's and then insisted that we would have to DRIVE AROUND TO THE END OF THE 15 MINUTE LINE OF CARS WE JUST SAT THROUGH TO GET TO THE PICK-UP WINDOW AND REPLACE OUR ORDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it was unbelievable.

3) this is c.c. diemond. who is AMAZING. i mean, i love my l.a. glam metal as much as the next person, but i've never beeon one to find the rangy, skinny, acid-wash jeans-bedecked dudes attractive. but there's something about the boozy decadence of c.c. diemond that is VERY appealing. he EMBODIES this scene. the tightest jeans you've ever seen, a tiny shrunken leather vest, ankle boots, giant hair, pure swagger. boss.

4) saturday we loafed around and dr. rei watched me bake and we went grocery shopping and i told sordid tales from my promiscious past which titillated and shocked dr. rei and then we watched the cameroon denmark world cup game and hated the danes and their winning ways.

5) this is us at ribfest. ribfest was decent. the food was aight. not as good as dinosaur but i've come to expect that at ribfest. we shared a full rack of ribs with beans and coleslaw and a pulled pork sandwich and corn that was FOUR DOLLARS AN EAR and sat on a tablecloth i had brought and listened to crappy blues. i'm never going to quibble with this ribfest's food because the proceeds go to a camp for kids who are burn victims, which totally made the dotytron tear up when he found out about it, which in turn makes me grateful i found such a sensitive, good hearted bloke.

 

 

bwong was supposed to meet us but was like a billion hours late because he was secret-shredding a billion pages of paper on his way down with his cousin of privilege. they finally met up with us while me, dr. rei and the dotytron were playing a game of 2-on-1 basketball and then 21 with this random dude lee at the basketball courts at jimmy simpson park. basketball is fun! it's a good workout...but only if dr. rei is with me going 2-on-1 against the dotytron. otherwise, it's pretty unfair if it's just me and him playing.

we came home with bwong and the cousin of privilege in tow and ate peanut butter pie, but not before bwong was again mysteriously waylaid on the way to our house - for THIRTY MINUTES?!??

6) sunday morning we woke up and then biked out to mitzi's on sorauren for a father's day brunch with poppa d and the d family. the brunch was really good, although i think it was a titch overpriced for the serving sizes. everything was also priced the same, which made no sense to me - there's no way that french toast costs the same amount as scrambled eggs. i had poached eggs on a sausage hash with a tomato-y sauce and homefries - i shared with the dotytron who had scrambled eggs with basil and parm with an olive biscuit and homefries. they were good...i wish i had photos to show you. i don't know that we'd come all the way back though. after biking home we google mapped the distance and we had biked over 25km!!! it was crazy!

7) then we had my family over for a father's day dinner with big d. i made us a pile of big d's favorite things: clam linguine, steamed lobsters, and his favorite dessert, chocolate swiss roll cake with whipped cream:

 

 

 

do you see what i have to be so grateful for? how much better can a summer weekend get? how lucky am i to have spend my weekends surrounded by friends and family and laughter and being outdoor and active in the sun?

tonight we're having tuna mac salad for dinner with a bean and grape tomato salad in a mustard dill vinaigrette. tuna mac salad was something that my sister and outlaw bro introduced me to that i'm OBSESSED with. at it's most basic, it's essentially cold pasta (shells or elbows), chopped celery, canned tuna, and mayonnaise. but the end results belies the simplicity of the ingredients. i'm going to make it the classic way this once and resist the urge to muck around by adding red onions or garlic or parsley or herbs. it was so good when it was kept simple that i want to replicate what got me hooked in the first place.

we also have a standing date with the kids across the street to play frisbee. K seems to think our date is for "after school" so i had to gently tell him that i get home after he does and that i also have to eat dinner first. there's also a potential visit from the roomie in the works for this evening.

my cup continueth to be filled and runneth over.

fin.

80s hair metal

tonight is going to be about this:



and this:



and maybe some of this:



all leading up to this:

isn't the lead singer super-charismatic and a hottie? i'm totally pumped for this.

i'm also totally pumped for an M-R-I reunion with dr. rei sleeping over cuz she's done the first draft of thesis hell AND unfortunately hanbo is out of town. but if that means a sleepover with the bfffff then we'll have to make do with a hanbo-less weekend. yay sleepovers!

i woke up just shy of 6am this morning, so we'll see how i last. i predict some post-dinner pre-spin gallery napping might be in the cards.

i'm LESS enthused that last night was the last dodgeball game of the season, and do to my burgeoning belly, of my foreseeable future. not happy. at least i went out on a good note - i rocked a solid game with some key catches and got some people out with the much sought after "foot shot" but i'm so sad i can't play! this is the first season i've taken off in like, 4 years, since i started. it's balls i tell you. the only thing making it easier is that summer yields SO MANY physical activities. we haven't played a single game of "no rules tennis" and we've only played a couple rounds of frisbee. haven't hit the driving range yet and once the pool opens, i'm sure we'll be there quite a bit - at least for senior citizen lane swim time.

last night we ate leftovers, but on wednesday we went a little buck and ordered pizza and a meatball sandwich to split from this new place, recommended by cousin al, who incidentally is the former drummer and now 2nd guitar player for the diemonds. the new place is called colombo's pizza. the food was pretty good! you could tell it was homemade. they're known for their "neapolitan" pizza, which is a no-sauce pizza with fresh tomatoes, sausage, oregano, and mozzarella. the toppings are super-tasty, especially the sausage chunks which are redolent of fennel. unfortunately the crust needs some work. the crust is very much like a slightly less cardboard-y pizza pizza crust. if the crust was just a little bit thinner and greasier, it would be perfect.

the meatball sandwich is legit. tender, soft meatballs gently nestled in a perfectly crusty-yet-yielding bun with a sweet tomato sauce and cheese. we'll definitely be ordering from there again:

 

 

tonight will probably be leftovers or some freezer-clearing pierogies, before cleaning the house takes over and a pre-show nap.

fin.

classic times

at m-r-i high. last night was the funnest! first, we chowed down on chilaquiles, which is one of my favorite home-cooked meals of all time. and by "chowed down" i mean "inhaled to the point where i now have regrets that i didn't properly savour the deliciousness of what was before me." seriously, i ate it SO FAST because it was SO GOOD but i had instant regrets that i didn't stop to properly TASTE it, because let's face it, it's going to be a good half year at least before i make it again. we also watched 'jeopardy' together but it was a poor showing because i was too busy eating and wasn't paying attention to the categories.

we did some mad reminiscing about the jungle days that brought us goompas together and how awesome our old stomping grounds (the torontojungle message board) was, as far as message boards go. it's probably the best message board i've ever seen, which is a reflection of the unique melting pot that was the toronto jungle community. in its' heyday, it was the perfect, heady mix of grad students who liked to get all dutty and brock out; ridiculous goons from scarborough; a million aliases a second; constantly reiterated and self-referential jokes that would go on for years; psycho chicks, drama, and hilarity. AMAZING. then we all shed a tear for our days of jungle glory past. and how, despite what the n00bs would have you believe, we were effin' cool because there was such a perfect combination of sincerity, nerdiness (fat pants and pacifiers?!??), subcultural connectivity through the circulation of specific signifiers, and the use of mood-enhancing drugs. sigh, the glory days. (for the record, dr. rei and the dotytron were way more susceptible to jump-up. i have always had impeccable taste in jungle.)

the thing about jungle is, even though toronto was the biggest outpost of it outside of the uk, it doesn't carry the same scene-recognition as other subcultures that have lived and died. like, if someone were to say, "oh yeah, i saw the new york dolls at cbgb's" that CONTINUES to hold a lot of currency and traction to people today. being part of the jungle scene doesn't mean anything to anyone anymore. not the short-memoried citizens of toronto and certainly NOT north america at large. no, if i want to rehash the good ole days and talk about the time i got a kiss on the cheek from dj hype and have it mean something to people other than the few, grizzled toronto old-timers left standing, i have to go to the uk. they GET IT there. it's part of their cultural history, whereas the mass movement that resulted in ravers campaigning for their right to party outside nathan phillips square at idance (2001?) was all-too-soon swallowed up in the yawning chasm of toronto's flighty flirtations with cultural movements.

sorry, where was i? oh yes, last night. after a good gab session we rolled up at B & G's place for G's birthday party. there was a good mix of generally friendly peeps there - high school mates, new funny people, generally engaging and good humoured cats with stories to tell - good times, even if it WAS one of those dreaded 'house parties' i loathe so much. it actually went about as well as one of those could go. good mix of personalities and no a-holes (no obvious ones anyway, there were probably latent a-holes, me being one of them.) also, i don't know who brought those cupcakes, but they were AMAZING. just kidding, it was me, and they were obvs amazing because real buttercream is the ill na na, seen?

i've been a busy bee this morning (as per usual.) i weeded my fiction and non-fiction collection to add some books to the pile of vhs videotapes i'm making the dotytron get rid of. i weeded through my clothes and swapped out my summer gear for the winter gear. i cleaned the kitchen and mopped the floor. i ate a bowl of grits with butter, maple syrup, and milk. i did some more organizing of the chicago trip. i'm about to head out for a quick grocery shopping mission and then go meet dr. rei and R for some ancaster fair reunionining and then dinner at tacos el asador with the dotytron and then home to rest because we're meeting our realtor tomorrow morning AND we were out wicked late last night.

i'll post pictures of dinner. i'm already famished!

fin.