Downtown Trip

Yesterday, I went downtown with Guy that calls me Not Chester (Wes) to meet up w/ Kina and Alex, who were at UofT. Me and Wes ended getting there an hour late (crappy weather to blame and dumb train schedules) and ended up walking around for abt an hour looking for the two girls. Eventually we ended up on a street corner, trying to decide whether to ditch them and go shopping, or just keep looking...

Me: "So, should we just go?"
Wes: "I don't know, I guess. I still need to shop for Chris and Nina..."
Me: (Looking off into the distance) "Hang on, who's that? Is that them?"
Wes: "No. I don't know."
Me: "Uh... just stand around here, until they get closer. Try not to look retarded."
Wes: "Okay..."
Me: "I already feel stupid."

We stood there, seriously, for like, 2 minutes. We were staring at these two people (indirectly), and they were staring back... I was just shuffling my feet, trying not to look too awkward/freaky/retarded. So, of course, it was them, and they beat us up for making them wait "Half a freakin' hour!!!"


We ended up hanging out at Kina's res. In my own words, "Small, shaped like a trapezoid, like one of those stupid columns we saw that are supposed to look straight from 'perspective,' AKA some builder fucked up." It wasn't too bad, except everything was at an awkward angle, like Michael Jackson's face.




Then the two girls subjected Wes to terrible tortures of the hair. I felt so bad for the poor dude (but it didn't stop me from laughing my ass off).



Oh gawd! The horror! What is that? Whipped cream? Marshmallows? A mushroom?!



Ignore me watching in the background.
I thought it made a marked improvement:



ELLEN!!!

So then after that, we headed down to the Eaton's Center for lunch. It was an amusing experience, to say the least.



Apparently, my snot makes an awesome dipping sauce. Maybe I should market it under my own brand name: Justin's nosemade dipping sauce, comes in 3 colors. Warning: Made cause uncontrolled vomiting.

Shopping afterwards was just as amusing.



Store owner: "Are you buying that for yourself?"
Me: "Yes, it makes me feel pretty."



Excuse the camera blur. I was enjoying myself a little too much.



The girls decided to complete Wes' makeover with a new outfit. I have to say, I don't swing that way, but that's a very pretty skirt.



More Disney-porn. But you know, the real Eeyore would never do that... maybe that's why he's so depressed.



We also decided to go to Nathan Phillips Square. It was a little crowded, so we retreated to a little field in the middle of nowhere.






Needless to say, it was retardedly fun.




I also caught us lunch. Almost. The damn squirrel wouldn't go for the bait.

We ended up shopping almost all day. I picked up a few vintage shirts and a hoodie (Candy tank!), as well as a bunch of memories to keep until the next time.

Hopefully I'll get that squirrel one day.



DAMMIT!