drug fact on allergy medication: marked drowsiness may occur. i have been set sail on uselessness this afternoon, with occasional bouts of token productivity.

aside from the usual warning that "photos will appear later", lomo and otherwise, let's jump into the weekend that just was.

marko and jenny got married this past saturday, so thursday night, i flew and flew back up to the big smoke of toronto.

customs was a breeze, so i milled about the arrival area at pearson terminal 2 for a while before graig and emma picked me up and whisked me to graig's apartment, where he won't be living for much longer. then, before i had any sense of acquiring any bearings, i was escorted to yet another bloggers union local 416 night at the pauper's pub (should bloggers be unionized? i'll say ...pass the candy over, now.) where there were many souls that i hadn't seen in a while. i became a target for spent sugar packets from jayme (2, if you're checking the pally side of the screen) for most of the evening, although i struck back with the flash off my pop9, of which evidence will be provided once i remember to develop the film and find a scanner.

friday was spent on errands, catching up with the old workmates, doing some banking and wandering around, amazed at how quickly i perceive that the sidewalks are more barren and the skyscapes more full of sky in comparison to manhattan. i'd equate toronto to be similar to brooklyn in many ways now. however, it's cold, i have to meet graig close to the old workplace so we can shamble off to chill before marko's last night as a bachelor, which started late, moved venues from north york to downtown, left the underage parts of the team in the rain, left marko in a shambley viking uniform (no photos - dang!) and left me confused. after starting ome billiards and getting pizza and beer, the party then ran away to the scarborough border, leaving graig and i to finish our wares and attempt to catch up.

naturally, once we do finish and locate the fifteen dollar parking job, right before we get to a souvlaki joint, the phone call arrives telling us the night is over, so we drive by, wave and proceed to the infamous johnny's for a couple of shakes before dismissing ourselves for the night.

saturday morning. i slept in. marko phones to find out where graig's place is. marko gets lost so i do my best echo-location attempt to real him close enough. i forget what kind of car marko now drives. carrying garment bag in hand, i flag him down and away we speed to the forest hill barber shop, two hours before marko's wedding for a twenty dollar shave (which, naturally, i find out afterwards).

the twenty dollar shave involves a few hot towels, almost being upside down and your choice of having the blood kept in or the blood trickling out. bearing in mind the photogenic opportunities that weddings present, i opt for the former whilst my face gets a lather full of foam. for your electric shavers out there, try a wet shave once in a while. i do the equivalent (i think) in a hot shower on in a sauna, so it's no biggie, but it's marko's day, so i pay and find out that, hey! marko needs to be at church in 40 minutes!

needless to say, everything goes smoothly and it was a close shave <pun /> but the chapel is there and so are we, in time. not many of the old crowd from thunder bay, but best man brad (where did web page go?) with lovely wife rosemary were there anyways. the ceremony went well, the reception was all right and in the inbetween was spent finding gifts not on the registry by someone who didn't know there was a registry.

emotionally spent, i crash back at graig's, confusing my cousin for my mom on the phone (faux pas), talking with my brother's fiancée for a bit and then putting myself in a stranger mood by listening to 1980s gothic music as part of radiosonic's ode to hallowe'en. then i got invited to emma's place to watch while you were out, another home decorating show, bringing to mind of the cooking show craze of a few years ago, now, in continuation with reality-based programming, it's building/renovating shows with either houses or mechanical bits.

sunday was just time to watch some invader zim and harvey birdman: attorney at law off kazaa before finding out there wasn't enough time to see my brother, see the old landlords, visit a cemetary or otherwise settle down, so i hung out with another friend, witnessed his new high defintion television and picked up some loose bits before sailing to graig's, packing, getting picked up by graig and emma to go to the airport with minutes to spare. even after dealing with a slow airline counter clerk and security (oddly enough, the us patrol was fast this time), i managed to get to the gate before they closed the door.

but there we go. marko's married and everyone feels older as a result. or just me. i'm not old though. or i lie.