I inadvertently went on the gayest girly date this afternoon, and it was pretty nice. It wasn't even really a date or supposed to be, but then in the streetcar on the way home I realised that when you go out for crêpes, and yours is strawberry, and then go to the AGO together, that's a screenplay of a date. Meanwhile The Shin's Chutes Too Narrow was playing in the crêperie, songs which gave me that silly smiling full-happy feeling.



I think this blog exists solely to give me an outlet for talking about That One, which is fine. We might go to the Leslie Spit next weekend.