Kat's Visit

I have been thrust this week into the middle of finals, a mess of pain and painkillers, delirious and drugged. It's not exactly the best condition to be attempting finals in that count for a large amount of your grade, but life doesn't wait for finals, it goes on. And I go with it.

Before surgery and these disruptive finals, Kat flew up for a visit during Passover. Working for a Jewish organization has its charms. I'll show you our few days together in a short picture story. Mostly because I think my pictures tell the story better than my words can.
Our night at Toby's. Enjoying the bar and a hockey game and $10 dollar pitchers. The night ended with a shot called the "cowboy cocksucker" (sorry if that offended anyone) and our taking a photo in the bathroom of the Plan B ad in a stall. The picture didn't turn out so well.
At the Harbourfront. I find it amusing. Not to mention I love Captain Morgan and fancy myself a pirate. I have sailed on several tall ships, so my claim is not without some basis.
The very long boardwalk that winds all around. It's the best kept secret in Toronto, but not always easy to find since you have to go under the Gardiner Parkway.
I definitely took an interest in the wildlife that day.
I love the colours on the duck. It's so pretty.
I've never actually seen a water taxi before, but they actually exist.
It seems impossible that I go to the water without ever finding a tall ship. Here is the Kajama which is apparently one of many in Toronto that do evening sails or day sails or almost any kind of sail around the harbour and Lake Ontario.
There we are with our new found ship. Not as good looking as some of the ones I've been on or worked for, but she's a schooner. I deeply respect all schooners, especially gaff-rigged.
It was one of the few times with sun. I have a thing for pins and line. I can't explain it. There ends the majority of our week, seemingly less adventurous than before. Certainly more sober. But hey, it happens. Lately, with my bladder problems, I haven't been drinking. It's become a rather rare occurrence. Finals end on Friday, I promise you that I'll be having a good night at the class party afterwards. I consider it a little gift to myself. I was pretty sober on St. Patrick's Day as well. Shannon came later and managed to get more intoxicated than me. Then again, I did keep shoving off my green beer at him.

I feel awful about my lack of updates lately. I still owe a geeky explanation of my day at the Gatineau Preservation Centre and I promise to update about my exciting first surgery. I'm sorry that I don't have any scars to show for it, they're all internal. My apologies. I promise to keep up with my updates.

I do have one funny thing for you to do though in the meantime as a source of entertainment. Go to Google Maps and "get directions" from New York, New York to Paris, France and read line "23." Line 23 will have you laughing. I promise it will brighten your day.