One of my favourite times in summer is from 6pm to 8pm when the sun begins to dip in the west and the light is low. The traffic lights are a brighter red, green and yellow. White shirts glow and the red of the street car is the perfect punch of colour against the backdrop of the summer sky - fuchsias and blues bleeding into the clouds.
Walking past the Thursday night art openings of queen west, past the Gladstone Hotel (a group of twenty-somthings strumming instruments in the window) into the heart of Parkdale, you can literally see the heart of the city beating, pulsating ... I don't care how I am feeling, what state of mind I'm in, I can't help but smile as a head west on queen, a cool breeze nudging me through this Technicolour city.
Another new italian restaurant wafting garlic in the air as I stroll by and I think, I should have stopped, totally crashed that art opening and I want to check out that new restaurant. These days I find myself living like a chaste nun or better yet, a 70 year old stick-in-the-mud shakin' her cane at you. What I hope to do is change this and attempt a re-birth into the city's night life a la solo. Maybe start snorting cocaine like Michael J. Fox in Bright Lights, Big City, start hanging out with a big party crew and go off the deep end. Could happen. Maybe?
The experiment begins friday august 19th. Will keep you posted. Wish me luck. ;)
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