I don't mean to brag about my extremely cultured day yesterday, but how many of you got to wander among published literary tomes and then see a concert featuring a marimba player, an accordion suite, Don McKellar AND the inimitable Shannon Mercer?
What? No one but me? And the DP, of course, who was my partner in culture crimes for the day.
We didn't start the (capital-g) Gorgeous September Sunday in the most accomplished of manners. In fact, having missed our window of opportunity for brunch at Fresh, we made two quick breakfast stops on the way to the subway: Timmy's and Starbucks. Laden with our fast food bagels and beverages, we had to face all the medal-wearing runners returning from the Scotiabank Waterfront Marathon. That's right - we couldn't get out of bed early enough to go to brunch, but they had already run 26 miles. It was a bit of a blow to our self-esteems.
But all was forgotten when we arrived at Word on the Street - our favourite of all the festivals. We're just proud book nerds at heart. After a few hours, a few purchases, and a bit of a sunburn from all the UV rays, we hopped back on the subway and headed to the opening concert of the Off Centre Music Salon series. Our tickets were graciously provided by the aforementioned diva - but only in the "Holy shit, can she sing!" way - Ms. Mercer. It was an eclectic combination of music interspersed with some readings by McKellar and another Toronto actor, Tracy Wright. For me - and perhaps I am a teeny bit biased, as I've known her for close to 20 years - Ms. Mercer was the highlight of the program, particularly her rendition of a French song cycle with lyrics based on the French labels of household pantry items. Shannon, or Bannanon as I've forever called her, is a little like Lucy Ricardo with a glorious soprano, which is a winning combination.
Anyway, when all was said and done, we returned home just in time to bid our house guest a final adieu. And then we looked around at our messy abode (not so tidy since my mom left) and heaved a sigh. Alone again. At last.
Total debt: $3545 and a bit
Spent Saturday night: $17
Spent Sunday: $22-ish
Spent today: $0 (All lies! I actually charged a $22 belt.)
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That's funny. As i was walking down your hallway with suitcase in tow on sunday night my thought was, i'll bet they're breathing a sigh of relief that after all this time, they get their home back. Thanks again, you are always so generous!
Anytime. Honestly.
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