People in Toronto are so nice and unassuming that I would always find myself expecting them to comp whatever I was buying/drinking. The first morning in Toronto, after we got kicked out of our hotel, Callum and I ate at a little diner. When the waitress brought us the bill I was a slightly offended.

Watching Callum in his element is like watching a well-tuned machine. He knows what he wants, and he always gets it, because he asks. It's so simple. Every person on the street is a friend he hasn't gotten to talk to yet. And he invites everyone to share everything he has.

Leaving the country today at an ungodly hour, I got to the airport after a taxi ride where I understood almost nothing the driver was saying to me. In security, I got picked to be 'randomly' searched for drugs and chemical residues. I put randomly in quotes because I looked like shit: up until two hours ago, I was drinking with friends, I couldn't fall asleep, my hair was matted in the back because I hadn't washed or brushed it in a long time, I was wearing the same clothes I had been the whole trip. Basically: like the type of person who might be dumb enough to try to traffic drugs through an airport.

My heart was pounding the whole time; to make things increasingly unsettling, the woman doing the search on me had the exact accent and demeanor as Celine Dion. "Okay, lovely, lovely, very beautiful. Now ve are jus going to open up the bag, yes, yes, beautiful honey, thank you honey. Now can you spread your arms for me?"




Up to no good, generally.


Thank you to: Cal, Elizabeth!!, Rhonda, Neil, Laura, Wayne, Julian, Hagerawit, Dr. McGillicuddy's.