G was down at the Eaton Centre on Saturday afternoon, getting himself all dolled up (in the capable hands of hairstylist to the stars, Leo E), and returned home with a new gal who’s now a part of our lives.
Her name is Barbie, and she’s the hot, hot Wicked Witch of the West. And and she’s now ours! Ours! OURS! Better still, she’s essentially sold out everywhere and has already doubled in value!
Welcome to the club
On Saturday night we headed to Ristorante 101 on Yonge to celebrate MD’s entry into the 40-hood club! Poor darling. Still, he had spent Saturday with the bike team down in London at the Forest City Velodrome so that’s like way cool, and something I have got to check out when I’m next in London. Happy B-day Mark!
Though I’ve always known it (humble I ain’t; conceiting I am) … proof is popping up everywhere that “Brent is Hot”. Check out this affirmation found this morning at Ikea North York! Me loves it! …. Hmmmm, unless that actually reads ‘Brent is Not”. Eek!
After a quick stop at Ikea (for napkins of all things) we headed across to that eyesore that is downtown North York. How people actually live in this desolate, sad urban wasteland built for the ego of a sad little man, Mel Lastman, is beyond me?!. Anyhows, it does have an Asian Legend.
From a satisfying dim sum feast, we headed home and then walked down to Bayview Ave to window shop. Along the way we saw some interesting ‘art’ (see below) and some oh-so-sad testaments to architecture (also see below).