A shaky start as I settle into my high class digs as there is a huge plastic barricade view obstructing the lovely downtown hotel windows view of Toronto. Expecting to see a CN tower and realizing my view is now of scaffolding structure, this made for an unexpectant downturn to my initial reaction to the beautiful Royal York. Oh well, I guess that renovations have to get done and this is just a bad case of timing. To add to my dismay, there is a fourteen dollar a night charge for an Ethernet injection. Yipes, it was time to hit the streets.
However after a long while of circling the fashion and shopping district, well maybe, not sure actually of where we (me and a co-worker) were due to a scathy but adoring subway attendant, we finally found out where the action was occurring downtown. Then we settled on a home-style pub. The only one to be found really. Maybe it was the comfort of atmosphere, or the fact that they had beer, but when it came down to it, it was the only non lined up bar in an area of lined up bars, that we wished to enter. Luckily for us we had a very handy and willing to please bartender, Craig, who was able to guide us through. We had some good regular beer but the most interesting part of the bar, besides the fantastic DJ and bar staff, was the fact that across the street was a bar that lured in masses of the same people. Short tight dress – girl, dress shirt jeans – guy. Standing out could be a blessing in this town.
Anyhow, the most exciting part of the night was watching the police jump all over this place like a dirty shirt. First were the bicycles, then the cars, then wait, did I just hear clomping? Yes in fact in fact I did. It is the sound of massive beautiful police horse making their way down the street. Really the scene albeit chaotic is made interesting by the glorious horses. Then there is a van. Let me tell you, they sure have their stuff covered here.
Making our way back to our hotel took a familiar course. One of circularity that is. Anyway we were properly getting drenched but celebrating it in our temporary single life oblivion when bang. A shoe strap goes awry. Three blocks of clomping like a Clydesdale and holding on to my co-worker who began to resemble Tammy Faye, began to wear on me as she refused to give into my hippie ways of walking the streets in bare feet. Finally we make our way through the rain to the comfort of our room without a view. The night was fun but isn’t simplicity great? Having the ability to wander in a city full of choices sometimes makes you long for what is easy. Great friends, great beer, great conversation and greatest of all (especially to moms away from their children), sleep.