Due to my laziness, I am a week behind with my adventures. I suppose it's easy to forget to write when things start happening so quickly. Work piles up, people call, leaves fall and time marches on. So I fall behind with writing my stories.
I went to the beach last Friday afternoon with Shannon. The cold rain and wind didn't seem to hinder my desire to go find the water. Probably about 20 minutes by street car and we were near the beach. It was terribly cold after I got wet, but the view was just what I wanted to see of Lake Ontario. The lake was turbulant, covered with white caps all the way out to the horizon. The water was a dark sea-green and mingled with the white foam. The waves broke on the cold sand and dangerous rocks. I climbed those dangerous rocks so I could get a better view.
It was only after Shannon climbed up to join me that a huge wave crashed over the rocks and managed to get us soaked. I secretly didn't mind getting wet, I just liked looking out over the lake and losing myself in my thoughts and memories. It was so beautiful.
After spending an hour or two running around and letting both wind and rain drench us, we decided to warm up with some Kahlua and coffee. By then, the rain and wind ceased, letting the sun peak through just before it set. Perched up on a lifeguard chair we finished our coffees and headed for a rocky point. I wanted to see the view from there.
It was worth the hike. I found rock the looked out over the water to downtown Toronto. You could see all the buildings from the Scotia building to the BMO and even the apartment buildings near my flat--of course not to mention the CN tower, which no matter where you are you can pretty much get a good view of it.
After some pizza it was time to head back on the street car, because I was headed for a girls night out. The fab 5 (Tess, Fran, Ali, Nadia and myself) went to the Madi pub for some drinks and conversation. A bunch of Fran's friends from U of T joined the group and we stayed until close. It was a lot of fun, mostly because when everyone got drunk, things got interesting. Fran became more awkward, Tess loved her tequila and Ali made a serious a curious hand guestures that have stuck with us ever since.
You couldn't ask for a better evening. It ended with us singing as we left the Madi and then eating pizza. I think most everyone at Pizza Pizza was probably drunk. But it was still a lot of fun. I ended up staying with Tess since it was after 3am. I promptly spent time smothering her cat, Marlie with kisses and snuggles. He was a good sport and never squirmed as I probably held him a little too tightly.
The rest of the weekend passed uneventfully at home. But, this brings us to shawarmas. The fab 5 has made a Shawarma Wednesday. After David's Research Methods class we seem to find ourselves in need of a pick-me-up. So, we find ourselves at La-Zeez for chicken shawarmas. Fran and I think they are just about the greatest thing in the world. And since every time we go in we get a falafel from a man who works there. We have dubbed him our "father." And have begun a new tradition. He also gave us free chocolate as we left the store.
So things are going well. I managed to channel Ingrid Bergman in my Robert Capa presentation--Capa and Ingrid had a love affair together. But, I feel as though I did all right. I can't wait until my last one is done. But in three weeks, I'll have my wish.
Meanwhile, the leaves are changing colours and falling. My mother is coming up tomorrow. So, it's back to life and back to my current weekend.
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