Eclectic Society!

The fun did not stop when the gig was all said and done. While walking home and missing every single subway entrance the Scotsman and I were approached by some, well...shady misfits is probably the best way to put it. I guess walking around downtown Toronto in a deserted area is not the wisest thing to do, but i live for danger. Anyhow the first of these strange people approached us along with his girlfriend. He looked me straight in the eye and asked me where the nearest strip joint was. My first reaction was probably not the wisest, I burst out laughing in his face. He was however being deadly serious. I then told him I had no idea. I mean do I look like someone who would frequent stripclubs...comments please people. I think I might be setting myself up for a fall there actually. Anyhow, he and his girlfriend, emphasis on girlfriend, meandered off. I wondered when his girlfriend first got into stripclubs. I mean I know that kind of things goes on from documentaries on channel 5. Personally I regard burlesque as an art, women's bodies are a beautiful thing and...I'm not sure where to go from here really. Girl Power!

Anyhow the stripping fans wandered off and we walked about ten metres, when I hear this voice, "Yo Homeboy." Yep this rapper with a bandanna on stared straight at me. I thought, hmm shall i play it cool, speak back with a little, hey man West side rocks, but what if he was from the East side. I just said hi trying to avoid the higher pitched helloooo I'm am known to do from time to time. Turns out he just wanted directions and I was happy to help except I didn't know where the place he mentioned was, so we politely parted our ways. I hope he got there alright!

Next up the Scotsman and I nearly got run over, not by stampeding Buffalo, this is Ontario not Alberta, but by a taxi. The traffic lights are odd here. There is no buttons to press and it was dark, however we got across okay, there was no papping of hooters. Then this dude with a hoody who was smoking something that I think was very suspect, shouted "what the hell are you doing?" randomly at us. I thought 'he must just be talking to himself and muttering as he goes along, I'll just smile' and sure enough he...well, he staggered more than walked down the street. Another potentially dodgy situation handled well I felt.

Now this final guy, I told you there must have been something strange in the air that night, well he was actually very helpful and he seemed charming. A little odd, but charming. Amazed by the cool big buildings, and they are big and amazing, we stopped at the side of the road to look at one that particularly caught our eye. This man then approached us, he was only little. "Thats the insurance building," he said, a couple of times. We thanked the man for this snippet of information and continued on our way. "You need a clean debt record to get in there, took me three months," we then heard from behind us. So we stopped and walked back to the man to once again thank him before discussing the merits of home insurance. You couldn't make this stuff up. Finally we found the subway after about an hour and all was well again! Huzzah!