Thankfully, it's already another weekend. Maybe now I can process the past week and get some sleep in the meantime. I've started my project making Ambrotypes. It's great to be back in the darkroom. Strange though to be doing 19th century processes. Though I have to admit, it's all very exciting.
Last Friday Fran had a party at Molly Bloom's, a pub near U of T. There's nothing better than hanging out with the girls and bringing along Ben and Shannon. I'm really thankful for everyone, because they've made Toronto extremely special.

Sadly, that's only four of the fab 5. Nadia didn't come. And once again, with the nose thing. It's a common occurrence after too much beer. And this week with Ben has been anything but short of beer. There's been Bluegrass music live and bar hoping and making several new friends everywhere and anywhere. I can't forget the climbing several firescapes to get to the roof of the silver dollar on Wednesday night. And the fact that Ben's car did get towed Monday night. I'm almost positive that I'm not doing Ben's trip to Canada any justice. But he left loving Toronto. So I feel as though I've done my job.

I don't have a good picture of Shannon, Ben and I to share (at least according to my own vanity they aren't very good) so this is as good as it gets. Molly Bloom's was a good night. One of many in the past seven. I can't say anything about the Bob Dylan concerts Ben went to, but he sounded as pleased as ever. I'm at no loss for not going. Me and Bob aren't as close as Ben and Bob. He's a bit obsessed. There's no way to have a conversation without Bob Dylan coming up at some point.
I've seen more of Toronto in the past week. And what an interesting week in Canada it has been. Not to mention being part of the strangest group dynamic ever. Three friends. Two used to date. Then the one guy introduces the girl to the other guy. Now the other guy and the girl are together. And they're still all friends.
Hey, I NEVER said my life played by the rules. That would be dull. And this is supposed to be an adventure after all. A Canadian one. That requirement is fulfilled by the massive amount of Timmy's that I've had all week. Ben swore he'd never eat at a Tim Horton's (which are huge in Canada, move over Dunkin Dounuts!), but I think it finally grew on him. We had a final breakfast together before he left this morning.
It was such a good week. And I am so tired, that is exactly what I'm going to leave you with. The fact that Canada has already put up most of their Christmas decorations has me slightly disoriented. It is still November, right?
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