life in canada

happy chinese new year that is…gung hei fat choy…i think that is how its spelled in english. well bren and i went for noodles, i’ve been totally craving it since i read the top asian restaurtants on the cover of now magazine. the chick on the front has a huge bowl of noodles too…yummm. my favorite food. so much so that i have been classified as the mad noodler. bren also did a search for noodles and sex on google…what did he find? a site called "hot noods" yes, noodle porn. how silly.

tried to buy boots today post noodle. no such luck. must not be my year to  buy boots or something. bah. so many sales so liitle time and not enough size friggin 8!

i finally stared my own business full time now. i’m renting 2 rooms, one at the carrot common on danforth and chester. nice area, lots of baby boomers and new boomers. very residential and full of baby strollers. the sidewalks are not big enough for them. the other room is at the toronto healing arts center on bloor and christie. so i have the east side and the west side of downtown toronto covered. its kind of slow right now, but thats okay, it gives me time to study and think of new ways to market myself. suggestions are welcomed!

everyone must pay attention to their dreams. i’ve had so many adventures that i wake up exhausted. somehow pot and red wine really make it interesting. and not necessarily having them together. pot dreams are kind of foggy, i have a difficult time remembering them in the morning, but wow i’m i busy! lots of places to go and people to see.

maybe i’ll dream about finding my dream boots. the pair i lost somehow a few years ago, my favorite pair, tall, black, small buckle at the top of  the calf and a kick ass zipper that went from the top of the foot to the top of the boot. not too many manufactures do that. its allways the side zipper. i’ve seen only ugly ankle length winter boots with the front zipper so far. someday i’ll find the perfect pair again.

Okay, NYE was almost 2 weeks ago and I’ve only had time now to write about it. Went to a werehouse party (well it was going to be at one, then they moved it to an art gallery) high ceilings, 3 floors, a few smallish spaces to shake your booty and one very large one. Got there with Sher, stood in line just to get in, some sort of snafu with letting people buy tix vs. people with tix. Met up with Elana and her pal Marty who quickly disappeared into the crowd. I felt like I was in raverland again. Lots of big dirty hair and beards, but mostly a clean cut crowd with the colored hair thrown in. Some nice projections on the walls, some colored lights, and kick ass move your body music. Wine or beer were the drinks of choice for the night. While we listened to the music on the 2nd floor all of a sudden everyone yelled something uncomprehensible, those of us in the back of the crowd couldnt figure out why, but then realized "oh that was it, happy new year." wow, that was the most anti-climactic turnover ever! I was bummed out for a few minutes, but was disctracted by the DJ. Isnt taht how it should be? So we went over the lists of who was to play for the rest of the evening and made our way either upstairs or downstairs. A good time was had by all. I remember rolling into bed around 6am after the post-late night shower. Ahhh, hot water makes it all better. Its not so easy dancing on cement floors for 5 hrs.