“The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody’d move…. …Nobody’d be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you’d be so much older or anything. It wouldn’t be that, exactly. You’d just be different, that’s all. You’d have an overcoat on this time. Or the kid that was your partner in line last time had got scarlet fever and you’d have a new partner. Or you’d have a substitute taking the class instead of Miss Aigletinger. Or you’d have heard your mother and father having a terrific fight in the bathroom. Or you’d just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I mean, you’d be different in some way – I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.”
It's easy to hate the Keg. I ain't even going to address that. Why? Cause if you looking for the finest piece of cow the world has seen and get a little sour that you couldn't find it on the menu, you're pretty much a Rob Ford. On the other hand, if you are currently living in reality you might be able to enjoy yourself. And I did, I had the baseball. It was a baseball... exactly what a baseball should be. 
Brunch with young GC and Mega. Food was whatever but the mimosas were what it is. Not even gonna front, I fucks with the House of Heat. Followed by a trip to the CNE to kill ourselves. TOO MUCH FOOD. GC's other side got a shop set up the the building. Taqueria is the bizz. Bonafide chef in the back and love in the wrap. Check the Toronto locations. Man, and to response to all that ish around the bacon and butter, let me say this: Chocolate and Bacon are an awesome combo. But... the chocolate there isn't very good. Additionally, Deep fried butter should change your life. Unfortunately the batter is too thick, and the shit just turns into a mediocre donut. Way to miss the buss. All in all I love the EX, but I always leave with crippling itis wondering why I put myself through it. It's for the love (at least I'mma keep telling myself that).
My dreams last night were crazy. Yeah, thanks Inception. I definitely have a long list of individuals I'd like to leave in that crazy limbo place, but that's for another time. Back to the topic, morning Brunch with rents/ yung sis. La Brehandaise Creperie. Pretty decent, like the inside (if it wasn't so damned hot the patio would have been a good look. Wine list is like walking through the French aisle at the lcbo (wack), but the fromage was tasty.Overall, not the best, not the worst. I tried to spin a fork on the table to see if I was dreaming, but that ended with me just looking stupid...
Again. I know this must be starting to get a little redundant, but this is my forum hater. And my home girl lives in England. And at least this time we switched it by not eating any meat - (yeah I can't believe I said/ did that either... fish only/ no meat? didn't know I had it in me). As always ish was good. Yeah I still cosign, blah, blah, have this eat that etc... it's been said before. But for real though, it was nice to see old and new people, and catch up when you live in different time zones. While everything was good, this is one of those times where we could have had a KFC sport bucket on the subway during rush hour and still had a good time.
She says "why the f would you get them drinks"... "she married fukker", "you know we've been at it all day and still have to drive"... "if anything happens it's your fault, you're such an asshole".... "f you"
