The reason I love Toronto

Last night V-dog and myself decided we fancied some light night cake action, so took a walk in the dark to one of my favourite nocturnal haunts. On the way we passed Trinity Bellwoods park and could just make out the rhythmic pounding of the drum circle which moved to the beautiful outdoor location as soon as the weather permitted. As we moved past the park, and the beat started to fade, I realised that something like that would never happen in a big city back home.

Java House never disappoints, and between frothy sips of my glorious White Chocolate (a blend of vodka, Kahlua and milk; basically an alcoholic, caffeine-free latte) I managed to snag a sample or two of the impossibly moist chocolate cake that I'd been hoping he would order.

Walking back, snuggled into my new hoodie that I've already developed an unnecessarily strong emotional attachment to, we ran into Jamrod and chilled at the new 24 food place on Queen. Decked out like a Miami grill, but one that's unfinished and is ostensibly a front for a human trafficking business, this place is pretty mental.

We headed home along the street that I spent so much of my first 6 months on but have neglected since then, taking in the perfect weather and the sights and sounds of Queen West. Then we heard a shrieking behind us; the shriek of a woman being jumped from behind: oh no! We'll be pulled from that comforting apathy that everyone resides in, we'll have to do something! The screams were getting closer, and more intense. We turned around...to find a pretty gorgeous woman in her twenties riding a road bike towards us, without a mugger or potential rapist in sight. She was just shrieking.

She saw us looking concerned; "Just screaming with joy! I'm really happy. WOO HOO!"

And off she cycled, yelling and hollering as she went.

Canadians reckon that Toronto is the least friendly place in Canada, and that everyone within it is cold and miserable. They don't know what they've got.