Holy crapola it
was hot yesterday. I had all my shades down and the fan on; my condo aims right
at the sun as it goes down. Leslie came over to be my guest at dinner at my
favourite neighbourhood bistro, Le
Brasserie. We had bubbly here before we went.
The restaurant
was packed. My speech, throughout the evening, on a scale of one-to-ten, was at
about six or seven.
And tonight, I
have a date with Robin for drinks and then dinner at the same place. I may be
gay (non-practicing) and I may have baggage, but I can score lots of dates with
wonderful women.
Nicola and
Dianne are other regular dinner dates but today I am seeing Diane at the PNE.
Going to the PNE is homework: It’s crowded but not noisy like the annual summer
fireworks and the Pride Parade that set me way
back, so I’m hoping I cope well.
The best part
of going to the PNE will be walking there. I adore walking and no walk is as
good as one done early in the day. The air is so fresh and the smells are
vivid; my route takes me through the heart of Chinatown and Mount Pleasant, the
most interesting and historic part of the city.
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