And we're back (part 2)

Calmly listening to Scott Joplin's oeuvres I decided to write the next part of my account about last Saturday night.

I had bought a day pass during the day, so I decided to go downtown a bit to have some dinner somewhere and walk around this fuckin-A city.
I waited about 20 minutes to catch the streetcar going back to Union station (the station most to the south and closest to the harbour), because there were like a million people getting on the streetcar after the game. Luckily I was in the second wave of people and even got a seat.

I took the subway at Union and went up to Queens to walk up Yonge street to see if there would be a good place to eat. It was about 10.30 and everything was closed, it was no time for a fancy dinner. But look what we have here, what a good surprise...
BURGER KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No question, I ran inside and ordered the good old Whopper, with onion rings, mozarella sticks, and a diet coke (cos I don't wanna get fat~). Hmm damn was it good!!!! They make the best onion rings ever man! Then the mozarella sticks... there just weren't enough! Man, was the cheese melting all over the place! You know when you take a bite, the cheese just stretches into a long ass string of molten cheese between your mouth and the stick! I had so much trouble cutting it!! It was epic. And finally, last but helluva definitely not least, the mighty Whopper! Jeez you have no idea how good it was!!! Man I'm speechless, it felt soooo gooooood when I bit into that tasty burger... oh boy! Of course I took the large diet coke for the road, I should've asked for a free refill though (that's right, free refills, bitches!!!)

As I was biting into that tasty sandwhich, there was this south asian chick who appeared at the counter, a customer. She had... the damn shortest skirt ever... it was like...barely covering her panties...it was even shorter than the shortest skirt you ever saw. It was also tight so you could make out her ass underneath. I just prayed "please drop something and pick it up!"... and she wore high heel boots that went up to her knees. Now I thought 3 things:
-Either she's a hooker
-Either she's a stripper
-Or she just came back from a nightclub.

There were some pussy bars on Yonge street further up so she could have been a stripper. But she could've been a whore too. At some point these 4 black guys came in the Burger King and saw the chick at the counter, she went to get her straws and ketchup, one of the guys went up to her, looking at her like the inspired male would. She passed by next to him to go back out, and as she passed in front of him I think he said something to her,because she turned her head back and forth in a quick movement. As in "oh someone's talking to me, oh it's him, oh he said something scary, I better ignore him pretend I didn't hear it and walk faster to show I'm embarrassed or scared depending on the viewer's judgement." and so she walked faster. So he must've said something like "sup" or "hi" and it could've scared her off of course. As she walked away all the black guys were looking at her thinking "deeaaauuumn". Then these girls came in the burger king and they were looking at her as in "have you seen this girl? even I don't have such short skirts!" (they were in jeans and adidas).

Tough break.

I finished that damn good sandwhich and clean my plate, and went off for a little walk up good ol' Yonge street (and that's an oxymoron!). I passed in front of The Edge, The Flow and Q107 Classic Rock. I was clever to have brought my camera and took a picture of the radio booth as expected. Here it is.

It looked better with the flash. You see that? That's just the studio. That's how small the recording studio was, inside the Hard Rock Cafe! There was a beautiful Les Paul Goldtop hanging on the side, with some pictures. I wonder how the hosts manage to concentrate with all these people looking at him in the street through the window. I think with time you get used to it and stop minding, plus inside must be sound-proof so I'm sure he notices nothing unless he turned around or something.

Then when I turned around I was on Yonge Dundas square. You just fucking Image Google it, and even see the Hard Rock Cafe where the studio was. And this is what I saw;

This is a picture of the kind of thing I've been wanting to live with and see for more than 5 years now. This is what I call the spirit and beauty of modern cities; billboards, giant LED screens with boosting sound.... LIFE!! Make it live god dammit! Yonge-Dundas square is the best thing in this city for me... It's exactly what I look for in a city. It's the Shibuya of Toronto... or perhaps Canada, although Vancouver looks juicy with all its buildings. That's exactly what I want from a city. Burger Kings, shops, activities, and a central commercial square.

I walked up Yonge Street and noticed the HMV was still open, so I went in to look around for some CDs, with the diet coke still in my hand (yes I hadn't finished it!). I found Led Zeppellin II and IV for 9.99 bucks so I got those, along with Metal Gear Solid Portable Ops (oh yea why would I walk passed that one!), there also was a PS3 so I tryed out MotorStorm and it was good. The graphics were good I duno why people say crap about it. But I know that the graphics and games will get so fucking much better in 2 years time! Look at what the PS2 started off with... Fantavision!

So once I was done with my shopping and I just walked up to the next subway station. I met a couple of hobos on the way when I was listening to Massacra's album calmly. I finally got back to Glendon (man I felt kinda bad when I layed foot in it!) and finally passed my night writing Part 1.



Metal Gear Solid Portable Ops is good!

From Toronto with the good North American city life,
-Teoman