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?