I'll update when I think it's worth mentioning, again, when in town, let me know so I can hook you up.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Unless you're into Hotels, you may not find this post very interesting. BUT, if you are, you can get a sneak peak of what's hot and not in Toronto Hotels. My goal by the end of the year is to visit as many hotels here as I can. Why you ask? For work you ask? Nope, for my own pleasure! I love to check out and see what else is out there. I went to visit Le Quatre Saison, and in my hotel snob nose in the air terms, I refer to it as a Une Saison if you know what I mean. It is a pretty nutty place. The rooms are tired and done on the cheap and I also found out during my visit that some Saudi Prince know it all owns 45% and Bill Gates 45% and 10% to the family and creator of the Quatre Saison. Bille Gates?? WTF??? Again, this may not be interesting, but I wowed and ahhhh when i was told. That's pretty neat. The ballrooms are retarded, nice in a f**ked up way, they have a ballroom that is bright turquoise....your wowed at first and then I dreamt about it all night and woke up hating it. I just had to share. If your Jean Paul Gauthier and/or slightly touched in the head, it may be your cup of crazy tea. They also had this room with Toile walls, really just nuts, all the walls were textured. Une chance they are building a new one in 2 years or so cause this one - not so much.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
So, after almost 2 months here, I had a Montreal experience. It really felt like I was back. I left work, which we do by exiting through the back then across a parking lot. As I am leaving the lot, a woman and her child are coming towards me, the woman then tells her son, Look at me and not at the prostitute. I think, Oh neat, there's a prost behind me. I turn around to look and well there's no one there but moi, little ol me. You ask, why the hell does this make you think of Montreal? Well on several occasions I have been mistaken for a prostitute. Which, if you know me, I am hardly the tramp in personality and in clothing. I smiled and thought how wonderful! Just like home!
My other experience a la Montreal is that I have a Timmy's coffee everyday and it spills on me everyday, which happened to me as well in Montreal, so when i burn myself and walk like a tard with my hand sticking out all the way so I don't get dirty, it just feels like home pour moi.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
No one holds a door for you here, the folks know you are behind them and yet they don't swing it open. The folks here slide it open just enough to fit through. I love it when the folks here look behind, see me and still slither through the door.
I swore to the sky, the ground, the hell and earth and heavens while waiving my fists in the air to towards the floor, to the left and to the right and I promised to never not become oblivious. As much as I really don't feel the need to hold a door for someone I do it. I refuse to slither like a snake and squeeze through a small opening when it takes the same amount of energy to just swing it.
I hope my actions will pay it forward.