November 26th, 2004

Due South

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There are two things I must learn not to do.

One of them is to drink rum. Rum makes my head hurt. Actually, all dark alcohols make my head hurt.

The second is to walk instead of taking public transit when I'm up at Yonge and Eglinton. For those of you who don't know Toronto, the distance between Yonge/Eginton and College/Bathurst, where I live, is eight kilometres. For those of you who don't know metric, that's five miles. It's not horrible, but considering I wanted to go to sleep before I even started, it probably wasn't the best idea to walk home.

The reason I was at Yonge/Eglinton in the first place -- and the reason I was drinking the rum -- is that my friend wanted to take me out to lunch because I let her crash at my place last night when it was midnight and she was stranded in Toronto with no place to go. Actually, she wanted to take me out to breakfast and since I normally don't eat breakfast, I didn't know of any all-day breakfast restaurants. The place she and her friends had eaten at the night before served breakfast all day, and they had a car, so that's where we ended up.

I swear the waitress thought we were hungover. I mean, who else orders pina coladas to go along with their bacon and eggs? Waitress: "I'll get you some water, too. You should drink some water."

Of course, being hung over would be preferrable to the real reason they were stuck in Toronto last night. Instead, they had the fun task of visiting another friend who had been in a very serious car accident on Wednesday morning and had to be airlifted to a Toronto hospital despite first going to a Peterborough one. She's a head injury, broken vertebrae and... well, something else, I don't know. Broken ribs, probably. But she's awake, if not lucid, and my friends say she looks pretty good, all things considered.