Gather round, my noodly goons – it’s time for us to share some tunes!
Click here to make sense of that rhyme then GET BACK, YOU! It’s story time…

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I don’t know where that came from, sorry. It’s TUESday BLUESday and I’m feeling LEUpay. And also like this:

Frig… enough with the rhymes – my gears they grind. (THAT ONE WASN’T EVEN GRAMMATICALLY CONSISTENT! *refrains from trying to ork the word “persistent” into a sentence* *writes a coherent line of poetry that ends in the word “persistent” and then deletes it because this is getting quite weird*)

I was going to post a bunch of photos from my weekend yesterday but I ended up falling in love with something else and photoshopping random objects into my hands instead. Look! Slacktory wrote about the fact that I created something based on THEIR creation. So exciting!

FULL CIRCLLLLE.

Now about this weekend…

I love a me a hot Saturday in the city, especially when I’ve got nothing to do but enjoy it on my own clock.

It’s rare that I don’t have to work AT ALL during a weekend, and normally when faced with such fabulous circumstances I gets the heck out of Dodge-ronto. This weekend though, I decided to stay – and I’m glad. It was good.

Friday night, I worked late but ate some watermelon sorbet in a waffle cone for dinner so… that was okay.

On Saturday, I did my gym thang in the morning and then spent most of the afternoon walking around Queen West, just shopping the shops and peeping the peeps.

Trinity Bellwoods was bumping with people and pets (typical for this park on a sunny Saturday).

“Take my picture, take my picture!” these guys said. This guy, too. He’s Russian.

The people were pointedly less than clean than the pups (hipster joke retracted) but that’s only because my Tw’homies from Paws for the Cause were giving doggie baths for charity that day.

“Paws Park Life” was an adorable fundraiser, but an important one too. You can learn more about what the hip, sexy animal lovers at Paws for the Cause do here – and check out the Drool Hunter’s blog for more adorable doggie wash photos.

By the time I hit the washing grounds myself, it was later in the day and most of the terrier traffic had tapered off. I did manage to snap a few big boys getting fresh though:

This little honey heart made my day!

After departing doggy dream-land (and any hope of keeping my suede boots dry) I walked around taking more photos of park people since the camera was already around my neck. Why not?

Some slackliners caught my eye so I stopped to watch.

Brown-pants girl: “Wanna try?”
Me: “Um, CHYEAH!”

I sucked and ended up doing cartwheels and handstands instead. They were impressed by my INCREDIBLE FLEXIBILITY AND BALANCE. My lack of strength would probably have disgusted them if they were they type to be disgusted.

This man was like, 60. He started doing some crazy stuff on a bench nearby and we all skipped over to watch. The cool hippies used their awesome upper body strength to float on the bench too while I continued to do handstands in the grass like “tra la la la la…”

I like my new friends and hope that I’ll see them again in the park. Maybe next time I will be able to remember their names and stay on the slack line for more than 4 seconds at a time. I dumped a whole whack of park and dog photos in a Flickr Gallery here if you’re interested.

Saturday night held killer Rooftop Luau party at a condo building downtown. Lots of young urban professionals. I’d identify as one too since I’m young, urban and professional but duuuude, I spent my day doing handstands in the park with people who don’t shave. I’m not a yuppie.

This is the fourth such party I’ve been to in the span of two weeks and I must say, I’ve got a bit of the condo fever. I live in an apartment above a flower shop right now and it’s great – huge, relatively quiet, perfect location – but I can’t have huge parties on my roof like this…

Somebody was giving out leis with condoms attached,  ’cause if you’re gunna get leid you’d better do if safely! Hehehe. Christine wrote more about that party here. I love the way she writes.

Sunday was a “catching up day” (busy week, late Saturday night, mountain of laundry watching me sleep… shick had to be done).

I went for a run in the park near my house in the evening. It was not lovely. You can read why here.

And that’s all she wrote about THAT. I’ve got some real work to do now. Please enjoy this geriatric lip dub (and everything else on my Tumblr blog by clicking here):

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