Toronto 2: The Blair Witch Project

"Because I can, because I can, because I can."
- Mother Mother, Wrecking Ball

On Thursday, we followed Cat around Toronto for the afternoon. One of our stops was a giant bargain store called Honest Ed's. We found a bin marked "DVDs/VHS 10 CENTS EACH" and started rifling through it. Cat and Wrecking Ball noticed there were about a zillion copies of The Blair Witch Project in the VHS side of the bin. We all started picking up as many as we could and (Cat gets all credit for this idea) between the three of us we bought 47 copies to be distributed that night to all the doors on Cat's floor.

That night, Cat and Wrecking Ball left me at the Eaton Centre so they could meet with their brothers for supper. I had a fantastic date with myself. As I was walking away from the subway stop - in the mall! - a woman selling hair products used my hair for a private demonstration of a really nice curling iron. With my hair nicely styled, I checked the floor plan and then found my way to a store called The Great American Backrub for a massage. Feeling spoiled already, I then went in to Sephora. When I came out, I was wearing a spritz of 50$ perfume (Adora by Kat Von D, it smelled wonderful on me) and some overpriced mascara. My next stop was a Bebe store, where I tried on a 200$ dress, some 130$ jeans and a 70$ top. I felt very glamorous. Then I ate dinner at a place called Jimmy The Greek, which was a lot less fancy than the rest of the evening, but tasted great. Haha.

I grew bored of the mall just at closing time and managed to make my own way back to Cat's dorm without getting lost, mugged, raped or murdered. I was very proud of myself. It was frightening though, being alone in the city in the evening. I came out of the subway station on the wrong side and so couldn't catch a street car like Cat told me, but I wouldn't have known which direction to take anyway. I set off walking and, through dumb luck or an amazing coincidence, found my way back without having to turn around once.

We went to a bar called The Madison and I got a little tipsy. I didn't pay enough attention to how much I was drinking. The consequence of this was that I wanted Wrecking Ball, and I wanted him bad. I could barely think of anything other than getting him alone. It was a bit awful.

We woke up at 5 am and planted our Blair Witch Project tapes. It was hilarious fun. Then, instead of going back to bed, Wrecking Ball and I attempted a conjugal visit in the co-ed showers, which resulted in Cat lecturing us on how nobody on the floor was OK with that sort of behaviour, and that was her favourite shower! I was mortified. I have only once in my life felt more embarrassed than I did then. I do laugh at the story, but I also cringe. I really doubt that Cat likes me now, and that makes me feel quite awful.