Church Street, Toronto's amazing gaybourhood.
More importantly, we ended up at a place called Crews and Tango, where I was able to watch an awesome drag show. BABES, all of them. Damn...I can't even walk in heels that high and they were just pounding it out.
I was in love with the place.
And these ladies.
For some reason, in university, I became every gay person's best friend. Almost all of my friend's in uni were gay, and I loved it like that. I was definitely the fruit fly of the group (or fag hag, not to be gender specific). Best days of my life.
Honestly what a babe. I love it when gays use the word 'bitch' a lot. It feels like they are including me into their world. Haha!
A couple of months ago John called me pretty late, on one of his benders of fun, and left me a 10 minute long message on my answering machine. He was pretty wrecked, so OBVIOUSLY I had to save that shit and force him to listen to himself. Hilarity I tell you.
It was freaking cold, and snowing. And we were hanging out on the patio. Stupid Canadians.
Home, finally. Someone was happy to see me. I was texting my friend Shaun there. Hi Shaun!
Tired, and stupid looking. Not you Dave, you look fabulous.
It was a pretty fun time. I was hesitant to go out at all, and then when I got on the bus and some dude was incredibly gross and rude (checking me out), I was seriously thinking I should have stayed home. But I didn't, and I am glad I didn't. Nights where you let the wind carry you where it wants to, are the nights where lasting memories are made. Spontaneity. Not caring. Things that I have missed for a long time. It's time to get back to my roots, re-think about my life and what makes me happy. Like dancing like an idiot, driving in the dark and listening to music, making moments. The way we used to when we were young. And why not? Life is short, go back to the times that made you the happiest. Money isn't everything.
Love and tears and feeling like a human being.
It's time to do that again.