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| Me relaxing at Zipprrs last night |
The two old guys decided to Go Out on Saturday Night to a gay bar. The default gay bar in Toronto is Zipprrs. Yes, we did it.
Being as old as we are (73 and 66 respectively) we went early. The normal time to hit the gay bars is after ll PM. Hey folks, that's when we left.
We both had non alcoholic drinks, me a ginger ale and Pat a non alcoholic beer. It's not that I'm a Carrie Nation teetoller but just that my body rejects booze in my advanced years. Probably a good thing because just this past year three friends of mine have died of alcohol related causes (liver cancer). Regular drinkers they were and no longer her. Tells you something doesn't it?
We played a couple games of pool and took in the heavy beat. A nice way to end a very busy day in Toronto.
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| Pat the Pool Shark |
Yesterday we spent a glorious day at IKEA. I love IKEA as does Pat. If I was starting housekeeping from scratch I would do my whole house in IKEA furniture. Who knows, I may yet do it if I ever move to smaller accommodations eventually when my present home is too much to take care of. The only problem I have with moving to a condo is those high condo fees. But I digress.
Pat and I had another wonderful day in the crowded, diverse and very metropolitan and EXPENSIVE city that is Toronto. I have to admit folks, I like Toronto. Oh sure, it's a little more messier (litter) than American cities but there is a joie de vivre that is missing from many metropolitan cities. Sure, we have our diversity but there always seems to be that heaving tension of things about to implode in the background. Here in Canada (Toronto anyway), it's live and let live and minding your own business and not worrying about other peoples' business who look different than you and who wear a turban or other non-traditional American headdress. And not one Confederate flag did I see folks. And absolutely NO feeling of hatred because I'm walking down the street with another man, which is what I have often encountered living in American. Even in such so called gay-friendly places like Rehboth Beach. And that folks is one reason I sometimes like to get out of that cauldron of simmering hate and discrimination that is all too often prevalent in America. But don't get the wrong idea, I'm not moving to Canada. I love America to and I am an American in spite of all the hatred that is often directed my way because of who I am.
Pat took a break from being my tour director this morning and went to his usual yoga class and is now at church. Of course I don't go to church, being the secular guy that I am.
When Pat comes back we're off to another exciting day, doing our laundry at the local laundromat.