So. There is this filksong called The Mad Scientist’s Love Song which is performed by Lady Miss B and Dr. Filk. In a startling development, they reversed roles and Dr. Filk got to be the charming assistant.
When I commented that I had never actually seen Dr. Filk in a dress before, this was the response from LMB (emphasis added by moi):
Subject: Re: Dr Filk’s ballgown
My favourite part was how he accessorized with big chunky biker boots.
Okay, no, my favourite part was him saying “Why, what would a day be like
without a little public humiliation? I’ll probably never find out.”
I AM SO STEALING THAT LINE.
I’m recovering today from walking all the way from King to Bloor last night. Met Dave JD at Jump, walked about downtown for a while, ended up at C’est What, and I want to tell you ALL that I will die fulfilled and happy, because I HAVE HAD A BEER FLOAT. Yes, the C’est What has Hazelnut Chocolate Bitter floats, with whipped cream and ice cream and a maraschino cherry. Each mouthful had at least four flavours; the final top note of the hops in the Bitter danced on my palate for about 15 minutes before I regretfully had to wake up a bit with coffee and water. PS, the meal at Jump was solid but there’s no ******* way it was worth $100 even with the alcohol. Then we walked all the way up Yonge, deking into the Eaton Centre so I could see what it looked like tarted up for Xmas (worth seeing), and then coming back out of the PATH to view the ******* mess they made of the intersection of Dundas and Yonge.
The entire downtown core is a mess of sodium vapour orange, metallic blue and piercing white LED lights festooned from every lamppost and filling every square; total Xmas yield = + 350 ugly points. We continued up the street. The Swiss Chalet I ate at multiple times a week when I was working at the Delta Chelsea is still there. Many other landmarks are gone but plenty remain. David’s is still on the corner of Yonge and Bloor with its array of expensive shoes; the Pilot is still there just off Yonge in Yorkville. As is standard I did most of the talking; sometimes I wonder if Dave ever is thinking “When will she STFU?” He deked into a CD joint and insisted on picking up a couple of Weakerthans CD’s so you may all be assured that Dave’s role in my life as somebody who forces me to refine my taste while I broaden my horizons continues.
We ended up at Flow for the last drink of the evening and after another fifteen minutes of aimlessly wandering around Yorkville while I critiqued the dresses in the window (Jesus, if I was a man I wouldn’t go near a woman dressed like that, I’d be afraid of getting caught on something, etc.) we decided that fun as it had been Dave had to go to work in the morning, so about 10:15 we packed it in; I came home by cab.
Vancouverites, listen up! The cab driver ASKED ME IF HE COULD TAKE THE CALL when his cell phone rang. I don’t know how often you take cabs (I gotsk no car, so I do a lot) but I nearly choked on my tongue when he said that. I thanked him profusely and tipped him according to his deserts. Speaking of which, prob’ly the funniest part of the evening was how animated Dave got when lecturing me (humourously, not pompously) about the importance of tipping. The how, the why, the way it’s an inexpensive and effective way of spreading joy, the importance of not looking like a cheap bastard (I paraphrase).
I think I’m coming back in February. There’s a play I want to see, and I like going to Toronto for Valentine’s day and hanging with friends – I had an AMAZING time the last time. It’ll be a little awkward seeing as how I’ll just be back from Belize – current planning – who knows – but frankly now that I’ve figured out that I need to quit travelling on cheap airlines I think I’ll have a lot better time.
PS we leave for France soon. Happy sigh!
