I had a super day yesterday walking through High Park. In the years Ive lived in Toronto (off and on since ’84), I have never been in the Park before. Who knew it had Yaks? We must have walked over 8 hours yesterday in the sun and fun. I took some pics and dumped them into the City As Blog gallery.

Last night Sharkboy and I went to MLT’s Resurrection Ball at Fly. Sort of like High Park, I have never set foot inside Fly due to my aversion to stoned drooling morons, high on “party favours”. Yes I am being judgmental on drug use, only because it was so rampant and cliche-ridden that I could have sworn I was on the set of Queer As Folk. In the first hour, I saw guys indiscreetly e-popping pre-dance preparations as they bopped zombie-like to the thumping music. Zombie goombas who think they need to chemical their reality to have a good time. Three times we had super stoned guys come up to us and try to say something to us. One of Sharkboy’s acquaintances came up to him to say Hi and without being introduced to me, he grabbed my arm and dragged me into a lip-claming kiss. Uh. Hello.

We were told to move from where we were standing and that was the last straw. Uh…guys over there are threatening your license by ingesting illegal drugs but you want us to clear away from the foot of a staircase? That we’re not even within 6 ft of? Bye!

We went to the Eagle and had a much better time, thanks.