I'm sitting at the lovely Phog Lounge in Windsor, ON, where I will be playing later tonight. There was a little dog named Bridget hanging out. She's an Italian Greyhound and I pretty much wanted to sneak her into my backpack.
So I flew to Toronto yesterday evening, where I was met by my awesome brother, Jamie. He was nice enough to let me sleep at his apartment downtown. His girlfriend Lynda made us vegan moussaka, and then we went out for beer on the warmest night of the year. There were lots and lots of people out even though it was a Monday.
I fell asleep (kind of) to the sound of garbage trucks banging around. The mattress had a weird denim print! I believe it was the mattress I used as a small child, although I don't think I appreciated the rad design back then:
Here's Jamie having breakfast with me. We had to sit on the kitchen floor because the mattress took up too much space.
This is his kitty, Ella, or Wobbles, as I like to call her. She tips over easily.
Today I took the Greyhound from Toronto to Windsor. The air conditioning stopped working and it was brutally hot. I thought there was going to be a mutiny, but then they opened the ceiling vents and everyone calmed down.
More updates to come!
