Tales from a far

So Olki flew in last night only to hop into Andrew's car and head downtown in true supertrooper fashion. Despite jet-lag, miminal sleep, packing and unpacking, we headed straight to London...

This Is London of course. I wanted to show Olki, who herself had had a number of encounters with creepy French men while away in Europe, the strange crowd that hangs about the place. Picture it: Guys with white collared shirts, open only to reveal the monkeys on their chests, bald heads, chin straps (which of course make up for the bald heads), and big silver/gold hoop earrings in both ears. Not to mention the drug-induced muscles. But we were disappointed to find that no one goes clubbing at 9:30 p.m. So instead we annoyed the bouncers by peeking inside and taking pictures of the property. And Andrew pulled the always trendy brooding emo kid pose.

After much debate we sat down in a cafe and Olki enlightened us on her European vacation. Apparently, Toronto is more lively than any city she visited in Europe, which I find difficult to believe even on a hot early summer night on College. As an eclectic mix of people strolled by, Olki had yet another world-class evening, this time in the T dot.

And Andrew was so excited, he kept slapping himself to make sure he was awake. HAha.


P.S. I'm heading to the land of Mehico tomorrow and just wanted to remind you peeps not to make plans for Saturday the 18th. It's my B-Day Party!