I had lunch with Gary and his friend Will when they were visiting Toronto this past week. Gary used to blog on Xanga (CurryPuffy). I don’t remember exactly when I subscribed to him on Xanga – likely late 2000s. His blogs were usually a lot of travel and food posts. He would usually start each paragraph with a small Snoopy GIF. I always had the impression he was a classy, soft spoken kinda guy. He was always helpful and polite when I emailed him looking for travel tips.
We met at the lobby of the hotel where he was staying. He still looks the same as his Xanga profile pic from years ago. We walked to a nearby restaurant. I usually worry about what to talk about or if I talk too much or too little. Chatting with both of them was easy even if I did blabber on a bit too much. We chatted about the people we knew on Xanga, where they visited, who picks the places to eat (for this trip – Will picked the restaurants), what’s going on in our lives and traveling in general. Both of them were very easy to talk to. It’s interesting when you “know” someone but haven’t met them in person. After lunch we walked back to their hotel and got some pics of each other. I hope to see them again. Both Gary and Will are really nice gentlemen.
Here’s what I ate.
The lunch was pretty good. The restaurant (Luma) was offering a fixed priced lunch menu as part of Summerlicious.
Strawberry feta salad (romaine, toasted almonds and champagne vinaigrette)
Peameal Bacon BLT (vine-ripened tomatoes, basil aïoli, arugula, kettle chips). The bacon was nice and I was so stuffed I couldn’t finish all the chips.
Coconut cream + pineapple tart – this was very nice.
I was sitting at a bench near the entrance of the library while waiting for a colleague. Standing near me was a well dressed and good looking Asian boy (14 or 15?) with a “Samurai pony tail”. He looked stylish and poised. His black rim glasses added a touch of maturity. He had an iced coffee in his hand and and was looking at his phone. I was a bit early so I got my notebook out to make some notes for my meeting.
When I looked up again, I saw the boy looking towards the front door with a big smile on his face. I looked over and there was another Asian boy who looked like a member of a Korean boy band. They both had the biggest smiles as they walked towards each other. It was quite cute to watch. The first boy gave the second one the ice coffee drink. The second boy looked surprised and smiled even more. There was just a hint of a blush and also a very discreet nod of the head from the second boy.
It was neat to see what looked like a genuine, open friendship. But it also reminded me that I didn’t have that when I was their age.
Me: Come to bed with me, don’t play hard to get again. I love to wrap my hands around you.
Sleep: You slave – keep begging.
Me: You’re my master and you own me.
Sleep: That’s a good start but you’re not worthy of my company. I want you to spill secrets.
Me: You already know my secrets.
Sleep: But your readers don’t. Hahaha…
Me: They know me already.
Sleep: But not those deep, dark secrets. Well, if you don’t want my company then I have other things to do.
Me: You prick, I’m taking my meds.
Sleep: No you won’t. You need to get up early and you have a busy day.
Me: I’ll get a couple of espressos.
Sleep: You’ll still be groggy. Just spill some secrets and I’ll be get in bed with you. Just close your eyes and imagine how delicious I am.
This is the kind of crap I go through most nights. No secrets yet… maybe another time. But what would you like to know?
My body has been out of rhythm for awhile now. I’ve had foot problems since my 20s and had to wear orthotics to address pronation problems my flat feet. Now I’ve got some pain in one of the joints of my second toe (capsulitis). I had it last year but it went away when I got new orthotics and new shoes. My podiatrist suggested getting new shoes again with more cushioning in the midsole and less toe lift. The orthotics are still in decent shape. It can be painful walking sometimes and unlike last summer, my daily morning walks has stopped and my weight is slowly climbing back up. It’s just so frustrating.
My shoulder and thumb are slowly healing. Once it fully heals, I can start lifting some weights. I had an eye infection (stye) but thanks to some antibiotic eye drops, this is now going away. I also have a bit of a stomach flu but it was mild compared to the food poisoning I picked up Singapore. Hopefully it be gone by the weekend.
I need to find the fountain of youth.
On the subway train this morning, there was a motorized cart that looked like a motorcycle or scooter. I was admiring it and didn’t notice the passengers around me when I sat down. My seat was 90 degrees to another seat. Think of the letter “L”. I was on the bottom of the L and the other seat was on the side of the “L” So I sat facing “north” and the other passenger who sat in front of me faced “east”. It was a man who was quite disheveled, with somewhat dirty clothes and the smell of whiskey.
He turned to face me and extended his hand to shake mine. His hand poked out of a rumpled jacket. I shook his hand and noticed he had a firm handshake. He leaned over and asked if I was from Korea. I told him I’m from Toronto. He then asked if I knew (insert Korean name) who was a Tae Kwan Do master. I said no. He leaned towards me and put his hand on my forearm. Aside from him being filthy I didn’t sense any danger. The subway car was not packed but there were a lot of people. He then shook my hand again and thanked me for not breaking his neck.
Then he got a bottle of whiskey out and offered it to me. I politely decline. He started talking about something before launching into a song. When the next stop came, I got up and told him this was my stop. Just as the train came to a stop, I heard him shouting to someone “What the f* are you staring at?”.
At the platform, I took out a sanitary wipe from my knapsack and cleaned my hands and forearms. I was on my way to see a doctor for an eye infection and didn’t want to accidentally scratch my eye.
I think when people see my big head, they must think I’m very approachable. But my big head has not charmed any handsome, athletic, cute guys.
I’ve visited my chiropractor twice recently. My back was giving me some problems and I also have pain in my shoulder and thumb. My doctor told me to get some physiotherapy. Since I was seeing my chiropractor about my stiff back, I showed him the diagnosis from my doctor and asked if he could also help. So my chiropractor worked on my back, shoulders and thumb for about 45 mins.
It’s always a bit awkward for me to see him. He’s young, Chinese, incredibly good looking, muscular and always looks like he just stepped out of a fashion shoot. I try not to tense up when he touches me. He held my hand while he worked on my thumb which made me swoon a bit. While he was holding my hand and making small talk, he mentioned an upcoming vacation with his girl friend. I think this is what straight guys do to make sure there are no “misunderstandings”.
a date an appointment with him again this week. On a more serious note, I hope my shoulder will heal. I can’t figure out what I did to injure it though.
This is a beautifully written story by Catherine Porter formerly of the Toronto Star. I took a peek at the story and couldn’t divert my attention.
What’s weird is that at a webinar this morning, there was a demonstration about putting your life’s priorities first before taking on the other less important but time consuming tasks. People were given a empty bowl along with 2 bowls. One had small gravel representing the many urgent but not important tasks in life. The other bowl had large rocks representing things like health, passion, love, family – the important things in life. They had to fill the empty bowl with the contents from those 2 bowls without going over the top of the bowl.
Of course, if you filled the bowl first with the small gravel, you couldn’t add all the big rocks in. The trick is to put the big rocks in first and then pour the small gravel so they fall all around spaces left by the big rocks.
Sometimes I think life sends us messages in many different ways.