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the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

This power outage thing's not all that bad....

Having spent Thursday night reading by candle-light, I decided to head out last night (it was *really* hot in my 6th-floor unit). I sauntered over to the local pub and took one of two empty seats at the bar. The occupant of the seat to my left, it turned out, was just off in the men's and came back to inform me that "I was sitting to close to him".

Thinking, "Oh, Christ, only in Toronto," I edged away significantly and began talking with the bartendress and the woman sitting next to me. I wound up spending the next four hours chatting with the other woman - a neighbor from the building next to mine, which is part of the same complex - at the bar and later upstairs on the patio, which had been reserved for a Jack and Jill, but which was mostly available because most of the attendees hadn't... attended. So I wound up contributing to the wedding fund by betting on 'horses' that supposedly advanced by the roll of the die (mine never advanced). Everyone in the place except for the freak I first sat down next to was quite talkative and interested in interacting with everyone else. It was almost like another city. 'Specially with the amount of dope being consumed in the bar.

Amazingly, my neighbor had also spent several months in Australia and also had an engagement disintegrate in the Summer of 2001. She's a Marketeer, but we've agreed to stay in touch.

Then I went home and slept on my patio. This morning I ate at the 24x7 Golden Griddle quite early (I think I turned up at 7 AM) and learned that our neighbourhood is one of the last without power, due to a fire in a subterranean location at Yonge & Eglinton. Looks like we'll be without all weekend! It was 27°C in my apt by 9 AM, so now I'm heading downtown to see if there are any worthwhile movies (I'm in a 'cybercafe' at the back of a convenience store).