Currylingus

I'm stanky from the move. Cranky from the move. Thanki's out to prove. Been working my pistons, hear? *kisses right bicep, then left* Don't ever rent a U-Haul on the last day of a month. Attach a horse named 'Old Freckles' to a rusty wheelbarrow if you have to but never ever do the U-Haul. They sent us to Scarlem and kept us waiting for 3 hours, the cops got called, people were contemplating a riot, no trucks were being returned, chick behind the counter kept eating pizza while the children cried.

Finally got a brokendown wreck of a truck at 11 pm. We weren't allowed to move past 9 pm but whatchagonnado? At least we only had to make one round to Eric's, he had a storage space for us. This space was one floor up, to be reached by a suspicious looking set of fire-escape stairs. Thankfully it was massive. I heard some crazy tunes rising from beneath with a dude shouting "Ladies! Come on up, ladies!". Turns out we were storing above a strip club, the owner came out for a cig and looked really surprised. We tried desperately not to scratch his Merc and the pimped Escalade that were parked deadly close to the stairs.

Having completed the first part of the move we checked into a little bed & breakfast and slept like zombies. I kept freaking out all weekend about not having to ride the fucking metro for 40 min. to get home. Because home is where the heart is and the heart sure as hell ain't in North York.

Had a wicked brekkie with Seera, Constantine and Rajbo on Sunday. Then went to Yorkdale, grudgingly. I'm not a huge fan of malls as is but malls with a Rainforest Cafe in them? Kill me now. I had to get some Sephora action and that is their sole TO location. Badly needed a spicy Venom refill.

Sunday eve was all about the Mutineer Maple leaf meetup in Little India. How excited was I? Enough to show up early. After confirming that the people I was looking at were not the people I was looking for I loitered about trying to avoid Romeo gazes. I swear I saw my favourite professor, from Sunday school to university, Arti Dhand. I couldn't see her face clearly, she was waaaay down the street but I saw a small woman with red lips, really tall boy, and baby. I need to find her and talk to her and ask her if she'll be my surrogate mom. Why have I waited so long?

Back to the exciting stuff, I FINALLY MET A MUTINEER! Manish Vij to be exact. I was expecting some turnout but excuses excuses excuses left me repping it on my ownsome. So we got Vijjy with it (forgive me, I can't help these words!) and chatted about:

- Our blogs: I'm really not so flippant in person, Sepia has filled a void (that has no sexy connotations, I mean there was nothing like it before)

- Politics: Conservative Canadians could be hippies in America, Vinod strays to the dark side

- People: Anna ki tho baat hi kuch aur hai (my crush grows), JJ and how I know him (it was all good and honest, JJ, don't get your chaddis in a twist), Abhi gets flamed a lot for his posts (unnecessarily, I think)

- Places: TO is very Guju/Sri Lankan, B.C. is very Punjabi/Sikh, Dubai is racist, London is poshy, Texas is just plain scary

- Things: He is daddy of the Mac (with spanking new Nano, it's not broke!), I am PC girl (with serious anti-Mac tendencies)

- Movies: I need to see more, Vij is only the 3rd person I know of to ever have bothered with Chutney Popcorn

- Music: I used to play Karsh Kale on the ol' radio show = Sepia certified taste in music. Awesome. Manish lives in a sweetass Brooklyn Crooklyn hood. He is cool because he has heard of Fannypack.

I've missed a whole bunch of stuff and I didn't have my camera so yoose ain't getting no pictures but that was how the meetup went. I had a wonderful time *gush gush*! It ended with Manish getting picked up by two smokin' bhoochies who rode off into the dark night with him whilst I gazed...wondering if it was all just a silly dream. 1 down 5 more to go. Come North, come North wherever you are, my pretties!