First, Paul Gross was on my flight, and I was going to tell him about how Slings and Arrows saved our lives, but then he wasn’t at baggage claim, and so I didn’t tell him anything.
And then! I discovered that hip hop karaoke is not, in fact, horrifying, but is wonderful because it is not, in fact, karaoke: there is a live band that can miraculously play every hip hop track ever recorded, and instead of using a screen with scrolling words, the singers just memorize entire raps and also choreograph their own dance routines. Also, everyone is amazingly dorky but capable of totally throwing down. Dear musicologists: discuss.
And then and then! We went dancing. Thank god, we went dancing. I haven’t been dancing in so many moons, and it was the best kind of dancing, ie: dancing to music from the 1960s.
And, happily, I caught up with all my best girls in Toronto, who came and hung out with me at (almost literally) a minute’s notice. I feel bad that I didn’t have time to see everyone, but it was a very last minute trip (a result of scheduling weirdness courtesy of Air Canada) so hopefully I will be back in the city again before I head back to Californialand.
And now: I am in Port Elgin, there’s a lot of snow (fun fact: I hadn’t seen snow for two entire years) and I think I’m going to grade some papers now, because it never, ever ends, does it?
My legs are still sore from all the dancing, and I wasn’t even wearing heels! Don’t forget to pick me and Jill a HHK song!
Snow? In the Bruce? Bah, tomorrow may potentially be a craptacular drive.