Vintage Dave and Kato: the Early Years

I know, you guys are sooo thrilled to be staring at another photo post of yours truly.  But I have been so lazy this weekend on account of not feeling the greatest.  Therefore my brain cannot come up with a witty and illuminating post for your reading pleasure, so you are stuck with this.  Also, you are welcome to come and raid my college dorm refrigerator.  There is enough pizza and beer in there to last a lifetime.  Too lazy/ sick to go grocery shopping.  Pizza and beer seemed like a good idea as we didn't have to leave the house to consume these things.  Thank you delivery.

Quote of the week:

I was struggling with opening the lip of my take out coffee cup.  It wouldn't stay down so it kept hitting my nose when I would take a sip.  Dave kept saying, "Here, give it to me.  I will fix it".  And I would say, "It's fine.  Really, no big deal", and so on until finally I said, "It's really fine! Stop OCDing all over me!".  

True love, I know.



My 26th birthday, five years ago.  Oh dear!  I wanted to go to my favourite haunt at the time, The Green Room, but it had been shut down to film a movie.  Also, it was pissing rain and we ended up in a dive bar where Jess stole a doorknob.  Good times.


Dave and I used to work together at Second Cup.  That made it super interesting when we were working together late at night and we would get into an argument. The customers loved the ice stares coming from the both of us.  Young love.  Don't you wish you were back there again?  I don't.  It was also pretty awkward when dudes would come in and ask me out.  Total weirdness.  Yeah, that only happened once.





Our first apartment together.  It was tiny.  You had to step over one another to use the washroom.  No secrets in this place.  Notice how empty it was.  It stayed this way for 6 months.  We ate a picnic every night on the living room floor until a friend broke down and bought us a kitchen table (thanks Jess!).  We lived in the bedroom that whole time.  I miss it.


Look at this skinny bitch! Eat something would you?  Don't worry, I have.  I have eaten MANY things since then.


We decided to paint the hallway.  What you see in the picture is how big it was.  It took ALL DAY to paint it, like we were a couple of stoners or something.  Man.


What an amazing difference.  My eyes are rolling right now.


And then we took a token couples trip to Niagara Falls.  Believe me, going once is enough.  This was our ten millionth time.  Not together though, so it was cool.  We pretty much stayed in the arcade the entire time.  This is how we are romantic with each other.



We went on a giant ferris wheel thingy.  I was actually pretty scared at first, but had to put on a brave face or Dave would never have agreed to go on it.  It's exhausting being the man of the relationship sometimes.




That's me in the yellow slicker in the middle of the picture.  You have no idea how loud it is standing underneath those falls.  I mean, unless you do, then you know what I am talking about.  I was being blown over by the SPRAY, that's how powerful it all is.  And then we went completely under them, and I was scared the concrete was going to crack while we were walking around under there.  There were leaks and dripping all over the place.  Scared city.



Christmas at the rents.  The first time Dave spent Christmas at my house. Actually, I think it was the first time he had ever met my folks.  My dad plied him with alcohol so it was all good.  My dad likes to challenge new people to drink a shot of slivovitz (plum brandy, nasty shit) with him and if they do, they pass the test. Dave took it like a champ.  When I was younger my dad would ask me if I wanted some and I always said no.  He always replied with, "It puts hair on your cheeeessstttt!", just like that, in a little sing-song lilt.  WHY WOULD I WANT THAT DAD?


What's going on with my hand?  I do not have enormous man hands, I promise you. I can take a picture to prove it.


Couples who sing karaoke like dying animals together, stay together.




Look at these fucking hipsters.  How urban chic of us.  The garbage is especially pretty.


Visiting Casa Loma.  A 'castle' in Toronto.  It's really a huge awesome house.  We spent a hot, hot day running around in there like animals.  


I took Dave to the scenic caves in Collingwood for his birthday one year.  I used to come here a lot when I was a teenager and hang out in the caves.  It's just as fun when you are an adult as you can see here from our re-enactment of a typical Indian Council.  He is talking about the land, I am telling him to be smarter with the water.  


My cousin Billy's wedding.  I am pretty sure we were drunk directly after the ceremony.  My parents were there too, and between myself, Dave and my sister, they were trying to pretend like they didn't know us.  You can't pretend when I keep giving you wet, drunk kisses on the cheek!! 


Hello large man hands, how nice to see you again.  Seriously, WTF?  I am going to have to do a hands post, to prove that my hands are not that ginormous.  

Well, I hope you enjoyed my blast from the past post.  I know I did!  Happy Sunday everyone!


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