I spent today running errands, retrieving my old bass from a shop I had left it in on consignment - only to receive a parking ticket. Sneaky ass sign on the side street said no parking 12am-6pm, but I read it differently in my hurry. The parking police are a fucking cartel. I noticed my neighbour had received a huge ticket for parking "within 3m of a fire hydrant" before I left my parent's place. What a croc of shit. There was at least 5 feet between the back of his car and the hydrant... How large is the fire hose that needs to connect to it in case of emergency?
My roommate's parents took us out to the Picasso exhibit at the AGO earlier, which was pretty sweet. Call me a cunt, but a lot of the stuff was pretty whatever to me. One of my favourites was a rough sketch of a jolly fat man next to a topless woman with a severed head, strictly because of the smile on the sitting man's face. Another cool one had a couple making out, but again the expression on his face was silly as hell and pretty amusing. A couple of bronze sculptures of goats were pretty dark and intimidating, with nails protruding across the skull. I'm not a big art gallery kind of guy, the crowds of people detract from the art. oooohhh ahhhh I feel like a cattle marching along. Fancy.
We went to an Alsatian restaurant on Baldwin afterwards. Everyone else got dainty-ass portions, but I ordered the sauerkraut and got about 5 sausages in a huge bowl. I'm a slow eater to begin with, but felt bad that everyone had to watch me continue to stuff my face long after they had finished. I felt much worse for the people that had to smell my indigestion afterwards. Not everyone loves their own brand.
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