Today was all about Queen Street West. I strolled down to the Gladstone to see the Come Up to My Room show. I can't really say I'd recommend it this year. The quality just isn't there. Most of the installations didn't even really take advantage of the room. It was generally a disappointment.
But Queen Street didn't disappoint. While I was waiting for the streetcar I was approached by a guy who was either a lovelorn composer or a Raptor free agent who could bench press 700 pounds. He kept talking to me as we got on the streetcar and figured he'd contact me about some graphic design work. It wasn't obvious but he had been drinking (the distinct and unique aroma that liquor makes was evident in close proximity). Funny thing was he was looking for a music store that he was only a block away from when he got on the streetcar in the first place. It was just one of those days for wandering.
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