Hoopla in Hogtown, pt.3

Goldilocks of the Pants!

I am the proud owner of a practically brand new pair of lululemon pants because they were too small for the girl who bought them, too big for her friend/my cousin, but fit me juuuuuust right.

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The TTC ate my dayplanner. At least that’s the working theory. I think I left it on the ticket booth counter when I was getting tokens. This was Friday morning. Every time we left a place post-book-loss, I would catch Tracey surreptitiously glancing over her shoulder to make sure I hadn’t left anything. She’s a good friend.

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Toronto isn’t a small city, right? So how come ever time I’m there, I run into people I know at odd times and places.

Serena. Friday night. Queen West. Approximately 15 minutes after we were texting each other in an attempt to make hang-out plans for Monday.

Aaron. Co-worker briefly at Harbourfront. Last visit: accompanying class [musician]. This time: Little Italy, The Big Chill’s end of season blow-out. With Serena, also co-worker from Harbourfront (but really, who isn’t?).

Antonio. Met in NB, around age 12, through mutual friend. Recognized me around 10 years later while serving. Then co-worker. Bump into him every time in Toronto. Last time: 1:50am, subway. This time: He walks by as I’m sitting on side of Bloor Street about 20 minutes before catching ride back to Ottawa.