Today was a pretty sweet Sunday. Alex I slept in after last night’s celebrations. (Dinner at Pomegranate? Amazing. I had this lamb stew thing with walnuts and pomegranate syrup that was literally the richest thing I’ve ever eaten. Then two different birthday parties — neither of them mine. Sara did take this surprisingly non-hideous picture of Alex and me, which is a win. It was a good day, I promise.)

We decided to get lunch before Alex went off to write his Heidegger paper. After some discussion — “Let’s get fish sandwiches!” “Yes — wait, is the Fish Store open on Sundays?” “I don’t think so” — we decided on Belly’s, which is, of course, also not open on Sundays, but we wound up hitting a weird weird Pizzaville. The pizza was decent though. Then I walked down Yonge, picked up some coffee and spent my week’s discretionary income on CDs.

I bought:

  • The Donnas – Spend the Night (with Bonus DVD! Involving Andy Dick. I’m scared too.)
  • Morrissey – Ringleader of the Tormentors
  • Bobby Womack – The Ultimate Collection (2 discs!)

After that I went home, got caught up on my Veronica Mars and loafed for a while.

Oh, Saturday in our travels (we walked from my house (on the west end) to like, Leslieville via St. Lawrence Market), we saw the Most Ironically Named Street Ever:

Virgin Place   ...Virgin Place

It was basically a glorified alley. I’m gonna miss Toronto.