Just in case you were wondering.
Poutine for lunch > whatever you had for lunch. (at Le Petit Poutine)
The Internet is pre-gaming.
I had a great time in Toronto this weekend.
We’re all awkward and quirky and unique and beautiful. Some of us talk too much. Some of us don’t talk at all. Some of us drink too much. Some of us think too much. Some of us are allowed to touch me only below my neck but above my waist. We walk funny. We talk funny. We love good food. We love to complain. We love to talk about ourselves. We love to learn about each other. Ultimately we travel hundreds of miles and spend our hard-earned cash just to share a few brief hours together every now and then - and when we’re together we respect one another’s idiosyncrasies.
I find it somewhat magical that we all ended up in the same little corner of the internet.