On Tuesday, we decided to get together while he was in Toronto. I went to the gym at six and showed up at his hotel at seven. I went up to his room where he’d set up his laptop to display a slideshow of a pile of porno JPEG’s. Sheeesh, this guy never gives up. ~hehe~

It was fun, though. I quite like porno. It’s just that stripper bars are such a blatant lie to me, I’d just rather not go.

He had some big huge cans of German beer on ice so I had one. So, the slideshow is going on and we’re catching up and we’re drinking beer and time’s tickin’. Pretty soon, I’m on my third bucket o’ beer. It’s been a long time since I’ve consumed beer like a proper Canadian so I was getting a tad wobbly bye now.

Finally, at about nine, we trundled off in the pissin’ rain to the Sushi bar up the street. It’s a cute place with the little Sushi boats that float around the bar in some kind of strange canal. Anyway, the food’s good and we sat at a booth. And…they sell Japanese beer in huge chrome cans there. Hadda have that.

Needless to say, after about an hour and a half of that and a few embarrassing moments, we left pretty tanked. I had left my pack at his hotel room so we had to go back there after…and…guess what? We had another beer.

I made it home on the subway, although I don’t remember much about the trip.

Man, what a hangover I had. I’m beginning to wish I hadn’t had the operation on my neural system. At least when I was in that condition, there was no way in hell I’d have consumed that much alcohol.

It was good to hang with him, though. Made me realize that I have a close friend in this world who’ll be my friend for life, no matter what.

Arc