so i'm sitting, writing my blog, on my bed, feeling very carrie bradshaw.

i left work early friday - sick. i spent yesterday with my cousin mandi, doing the whole wakestock, vendor, getting free stuff, thing - sick. i am spending my sunday in bed, watching movies - sick.
the last days i have before my life as a "grown up" start, and i'm sick.
do not let that fool you - my sickness simple acts as a chain weighing me down. i rarely ever stop my life for sickness.
yesterday i met mandi on the toronto island, where she was working for a friend selling sweet pants (siams.ca). i explored the even that was wakestock under a foot of mud. literally. it poured, and thundered and lightening-ed. and all that was left was pounds of mud for people to slide through, wrestle in, and play with. dirty dirty. mud brings out the... best?... in people. it was a crazy day. i watched some waterskating, some wakeboarding, some skateboarding demos, and managed to wrangle up some good free stuff - an energy drink, a couple of date propositions, and thanks to mandi some free bbq-ed corn.

we made our way over to jazz fest in the beaches (toronto places unknown - pretty awesome! i'll go again), and while mandi was working, i walked around with her lovely friends, listening to some great music in the streets of toronto. kettle corn, 10pm jazz, drunk teenagers, oh my!
how lovely are those things that make us comfortable walking around downtown toronto at 12:30am.when mandi was done, we walked west on queen to find somewhere to get her a ceaser, and some munchies... we found |the traditional irish pub| or something of the sort - though not before being invited into a roaring house party (which i at first mistook for a bar with a patio), and spent 30 min in conversation with some guys. when i was asked for my number i knew it was time to go. we had some lovely dips, mandi got her ceaser, and we got home at 3:30am. all in all. it was a good night.
catching up is never time wasted.