I'm going to TORONTO! Why am I going? Is it to experience the capital of Ontario? No. Is it to visit the only place where people from the USA think Canadians live? No. Is it to return to the wonderful city that I have always felt a very close connection with since I was a young innocent boy? Hell no. I'm going to pick up a chick. She's pretty, fast, white, and get my heart revving. The name's Am....Grand Am. That's right, my car is coming back to me.

Got the call today. It'll be there Sunday afternoon so I'm going to take the bus there in the morning. I hope to get in a few hours early so I can see a bit of the city before I have to worry about a vehicle and pay for parking! This rocks! I'm trying to talk one of my roommates into coming with me...we'll see if any of them come around.

Tonight we were going to go to the first Frontenac home playoff game. We had a big group lined up yesterday, but through the day it slowly slipped away until again I was alone. I'm tired of going to hockey game solo. I sit by old, rude men or 15 year old valley girl chicks or people that have teeth pointing in 20 different directions. I don't mind that...but I want someone to make fun of them with me. So when those 80 year old men that sit there yelling at the players "You suck, punk. You can't score!" I can say "They probably score more than you do now limpy" and have someone to protect me from the caning! These old guys with their new ceramic body joints can sure pack a punch. So... I didn't go. Watch "What's The Worst That Could Happen" and played some drinking crib. I thought that crib would be too slow of a game to involve drinking but no, it works quite well. Have a great weekend people. Baby, get me my driving gloves!