From Tdot to Steel town
So from Toronto to Hamilton it seems I'm making this travel a habit. As I head to my new place to live with my dear friend who is more like a brother to me, Mark; I have no words to express my feelings for and trust in this man. I settle myself in. The night starts off with some celebratory drinks, the beer and Jagermeister flow freely and I reconnect with old friends. We hit the Lions' head for some conversations gone drunk. With old names like Will, Shawn, Dave, and Ray, this was just an introduction, as I'm leaving to go back to Toronto for an old friend Andra's birthday.
In Toronto now, again we all reach for the drinks, and toast what we have all grown to be, people we are proud of. Sean, Paul, and I have not sat in the same room together in 6 years and some things never change, the energy remains, the laughter, the hugs, the drinking and stories take over. The rest of the night went by as naturally as anything can be, as we couldn't stop dancing at the underground bar on King st. To see Paul and his beautiful new wife made my smile, knowing that sometimes the good guys do finish first, and a good heart does triumph. I wish them good fortune, health, and happiness. As for Sean and I, we sat drunk until the early .am and managed to get a little rest before driving back to steel town for some more alcohol abuse.
A little butter chicken in our stomaches, a few beer, and it's to the Lions head again. This time Sarah has put together some disco balls, lights, and cleared the floor, as I put the funk music together for an all out take over of the bar. People I haven't seen in years dropped in for reminiscent stories, and I danced, got drunk, and managed to behave no matter how tempted I was to jump into some debauchery. I thought about how good life was at that moment, with laughter, friends, and the creation of new memories.
The following morning was hell, I haven't been that hung over in a long time. I think that morning was the most relaxing pain I've ever felt, 6 movies with Mark, a bucket of various popcorn, and a lot of water, we never left the apartment. The rest of the week was all about resting, making some jewelry, designing some postcards for a client, and preparing for the flight to California.
I was leaving Monday, flying to Long Beach California and ready to be surfing in Venice on Tuesday with Karen. I was excited to be spending some time with a dear friend, and seeing the west coast again. I've been really missing that pacific ocean, and wanting to either move on or move back but the transition period needed to be on to the next phase.
In Toronto now, again we all reach for the drinks, and toast what we have all grown to be, people we are proud of. Sean, Paul, and I have not sat in the same room together in 6 years and some things never change, the energy remains, the laughter, the hugs, the drinking and stories take over. The rest of the night went by as naturally as anything can be, as we couldn't stop dancing at the underground bar on King st. To see Paul and his beautiful new wife made my smile, knowing that sometimes the good guys do finish first, and a good heart does triumph. I wish them good fortune, health, and happiness. As for Sean and I, we sat drunk until the early .am and managed to get a little rest before driving back to steel town for some more alcohol abuse.
A little butter chicken in our stomaches, a few beer, and it's to the Lions head again. This time Sarah has put together some disco balls, lights, and cleared the floor, as I put the funk music together for an all out take over of the bar. People I haven't seen in years dropped in for reminiscent stories, and I danced, got drunk, and managed to behave no matter how tempted I was to jump into some debauchery. I thought about how good life was at that moment, with laughter, friends, and the creation of new memories.
The following morning was hell, I haven't been that hung over in a long time. I think that morning was the most relaxing pain I've ever felt, 6 movies with Mark, a bucket of various popcorn, and a lot of water, we never left the apartment. The rest of the week was all about resting, making some jewelry, designing some postcards for a client, and preparing for the flight to California.
I was leaving Monday, flying to Long Beach California and ready to be surfing in Venice on Tuesday with Karen. I was excited to be spending some time with a dear friend, and seeing the west coast again. I've been really missing that pacific ocean, and wanting to either move on or move back but the transition period needed to be on to the next phase.
posted by notion at 12:46 PM
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...where's the rest of the story? miss you.
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