Coffee keeps me going

Set construction. Power tools. Lots of snow outside but complete oblivion holed up in the props room, chopping wood, using the jigsaw, meeting people who know people I know as the drama world is that small. Everyone I make friends with in Toronto seems to have gone to an art school! Maybe it's the circles I work in.
Anyway.
The only break I had from the props room was to go to English, where we watched Hedwig and the Angry Inch and I was pleasantly surprised. I guess reading a musical in play format doesn't do it justice. I think being in Toronto has made me way more open minded. Not that I wasn't before. It's just Canadians, with all their fervent political correctness, wouldn't dare say it was a weird film or a difficult issue. They nod and smile and cope with any difference, whether it be racial, sexual, political, religious. Good on them!
Returning to the props room, I was given the errand of walking north on Yonge to Canadian Tire and then to Fabricland (a scruffy but nonetheless wonderful place). So, Emily and I set off on the adventure and bought jigsaw blades and a roll of black cloth, while drooling over many different textures, patterns and colours of fabric. I spent about 15 minutes looking at buttons amidst dreams of clothes that I would make with my non-existent-clothes-making-skills.
I skyped Melia that night, a friend from Minnesota; probably my oldest best friend actually. I remember our insane childhood games and chuckle at all our secret words and little adventures.
After some trouble with arrangements, I met up again with VCDS (drama people) to get to Josh's, south east of the Greek area of the Danforth. It seemed so far, but then, everything is pretty far from our little University downtown bubble. It felt so wonderful to be in residential neighbourhoods. I can't explain it. I love the North American house with the gable end, the clapboard, the verandahs.
We drank a bit, learnt lots about Canada's politics (is it really a democracy, then? I ended up asking myself), history and geography (one VCDS couple are from Timmins, which seems insanely north and then you look on a map of Ontario and stare astounded at the miles and miles and miles beyond it) and listened to Girltalk. I got very excited by his mash-ups. I'm sure my boyfriend would be proud of me for this.
Home at 3am westward bound along Bloor from the east, accompanied by a spliff-smoking crazy, but endearing, little man, is the best time to people watch on buses.
I enjoyed myself.