Toronto: Thursday

After we checked into Le Meridien, I washed my shorts in the sink to get the coffee stain out and then ironed them to get them as dry as I could. Then we headed out and walked up Yonge St. looking for the gay neighborhood. We didn't find it, but we did find plenty of cool stuff. Fishy was nearing that stage of hunger where he gets dangerously close to hurting other people, so we ate at an Indian buffet, which was quite tasty and relatively reasonably priced ($8.99/each). I ended lunch with a small bowl of vanilla ice cream. Then we walked back down Yonge and stopped at a lot of the cool stores we'd seen on our way up, mostly comicbook stores. Apparently we were in the comic district or something. My favorite was actually the smallest one, the Hairy Tarantula. I liked it because of this guy working there. I'm too tired now to remember half of what he said, but he's originally from Detroit, and he got to talking about the bombing in London today, and then he started talking about 9/11, and how America has changed and what people from the Midwest ("my people") are like now compared to how they used to be. Apparently they're just dead inside now, they've given up. Then he started talking about that zombie dog story that's been going around. I don't really know how to describe this guy, but he was awesome. Well, in small doses, anyway. I can imagine he might wear on you after awhile, but he certainly had a lot of personality. The other comic book stores were just businesses whereas this one had personality. Like I said, I'm tired and I can't really explain what I'm talking about now. More late, hopefully.