I just got off the phone w/ M’s mother, she’s really anxious for us to get back up to Toronto for a vist! SO AM I! I totally LOVE love love LOVE Toronto. M is from there and he promised me long ago we could live there, but his job here is just too good to give up for no good reason.
I love it up there. I’m dying to go. We used to go up about twice a year but then you stop going and years go by and surprise you. M went up this past December when his dad was sick (he’s ok now) but I had to stay home because of logistics (a new puppy who didn’t have his shots yet and was sick, too late to get pet sitter, etc.)

When M and I met he moved down here because he has dual and if I’d gone up there I couldn’t have worked. So he came down here “for one year to see if we get along in real life” and we did we’d go back to Toronto together. We did, obviously, but he unexpectedly got such a good job here that we stayed here, in this festering cesspool of boiling heat, mosquitoes, old farts and no culture. I’m doomed to live out my youth in a town where the older set flocks to run out the clock! Somebody save me, please!
I love it “up north” so much I can bring myself to tears just thinking about it. I grew up in New Jersey and Pittsburgh, Pa. I love hills, “real trees” (florida has plasticy palm trees and other trees that never change color or shed their leaves), “real grass” (Fl. has hard plasticy grass that you’d cut yourself on if you ran in it barefoot… and FIRE ANTS)… I love old brick homes (in this area of fl, old homes just get older and that part of town then becames the “bad” part of town)… I love different cultures, ethnic restaurants and grocery stores, city streets, coffee cafes, unique stores, everything that this part of the country lacks.
This is a retirement town. I remember being just out of high school, looking great, feeling great, at a red light, windows down, radio up, I feel someone looking at me, I look over… and it’s an old fart w/ one foot in the grave. This town is SO OLD. I mean, wheeling an oxygen cart behind you, “old”.
I remember one time I went to Toronto for two weeks. Actually it was Hamilton, about an hour west of Toronto, but we went into the city almost every day. On my last day there we were at a restaurant and this REALLY OLD couple walked in and sat down. I did a complete double take because it hit me that I had not seen ANYBODY that old in the two weeks I’d been in Canada. I got tears in my eyes then, realizing that in less than 24 hours I had to get back on a plane to Retirement City Hell, U.S.A.
Anyway, M’s mom is anxious for us to come up and I’m with her. Although I do want to see her and the rest of M’s family, inluding his awesome sister, and his brand new newphew that I guess I am obliged to go see and smile at… (babies, ick) but more than that I just want a change of scene. I want to see people of DIFFERENT ages, different ethnicities, go to some cool pubs and restaurants, shop shop shop, and more than anything else, GO PHOTO SHOOTING. Maybe I can even get a group of Torontonians off flickr.com to go photoing togther while I’m there. Oh how dreamy. And to think that people LIVE there and take it for granted every single day.

I wonder if Call For Help has an audience during taping like the Screen Savers did. I’d do just about ANYTHING to get into a taping of Call For Help. HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE?!?!? Well, I can always stand outside the building and lean against the brick. Oh WAIT, what’s that song???
“standing in the rain,
with her head hung low,
couldn’t get tickets,
it was a sold out show,
heard the roar of the crowd,
she could picture the scene,
put her ear to the wall,
then like a distant scream,
she heard one guitar…
No wait, that’s about a rock ‘n roll band, not a show like Call For Help. =:D
I’m punch drunk tired, I’m going to bed!
lmao