The Eleventh err...day

James was rudely awoken by grandpa Fergy (ex-mayor of Toronto) inviting us for a nice deli lunch. Then again by his mother. Then again by Kramer. The morning consisted mostly of a fried breakfast. James made some excellent eggs (from scratch thanks to a visit to Steve) with bacon and we then moved across the road to Jesse's place.

Fergy came over about 2, 2.30 and took us to Katz's Deli. He was a picture, with a slogan 'Feeling Droopy? Try our Soupy.' And the boss came out to pay his respects to Mayor & co. Becca got changed (again) and we went tobogganing via Wal-Mart. We tried the first hill with a toboggan sponsored in part by Trogdor & Germany. Rob constructed a brilliant contraption involving a tyre & sine busted vinyl disks. Ther were fast. Bruised now.

We regrouped at the flat when Matt Medd rand to say they were going to eat at Sneaky Dee's. With everyone present (Ramlin, Becca, Rob, James and I) we made a plan to get there for half 9. After the subway & some walking we arrived at the bar at half 10. Thanks to Ramlin.

We couldn't see our English friends so Becca suggested the Green Room, and 9 pitchers and many toasts to "regret!" "shoplifting!" and "naked aunts!" the five of us made our way home, by a taxi, funded by James who, once we got back, cracked open another beer & then got lost in the laundry room. "It was terrifying."

The next morning I was a little worse for wear & nearly knocked myself backwards when I sneezed. It was a goodnight all in all.