“Hey, here is the story, Forget about the trouble in life”
-What You Need, INXS

I know you’re all dying to hear how my first ever date went. As Kate put it, “At least you didn’t get raped and stuffed in a trunk.” (or something quite similar).

It was interesting with good conversation. Get out your Toronto maps: We ended up walking from Yonge and Wellesley over to Honest Ed’s on Bloor (though did not go in), down Bathhurst, down Harbord to Yonge, down to Union Station, then back to College St where we called it an evening. We talked non-stop for two hours about travel, music, concerts, movies…my usual repertoire. I don’t think he’s someone I’d date, but it was a successful afternoon. I have no idea how old he is. I’m bad with ages in general. For all I know Kate is 25, the Nat’s Old Man is 35, and Eve’s 21. He talked about high school, watching 90210 and Party of Five, liking Full House as a kid, but is still not old enough to shun the Dance Cave. And he doesn’t give off the vibe of creepy old guy in the corner, so I don’t think he’s reached his OM status. He had facial hair, which threw me off a bit, but generally speaking, he looked like Film Studies Nick for my Carleton alums, but lacked the stoner attitude. I tried not to hold his looks against him. Generally not too meaty, not too firm. But a pleasant conversationalist, no real sparks. Perhaps I have just scored a new friend to attend concerts with since he sees virtually everything in the city.

“You need a change from, What you do all day”

I have another tentative date this week, again with a man whom I have no idea what he looks like. This is one seems more like Dirk in attitude (which is a good thing, because Dirk, if you’re reading this, I love you) as in the “Excuse me, is that your costume or are you a prostitute?” but with a knowledge of pop culture. We have already had lengthy email conversations about the time I saw Paul Martin holding a llama and how I am the only person to ever check out the Book on Goats at the St. Charles Elementary School library. I’m certainly on a roll anyway, with my first date down and another lined up.

Last night I met up with Dan and Carrie-Anne for sushi (Big Sushi still tastes good after my time in Japan. And I discovered a new place for Bibimbap Eve). We then went to see The Queen which was good, and much busier than I expected. All shows were sold out but we managed tickets. Along the way, we reminisced and discovered that Dan and I are pretty cruel people, or at least we were in grade 11. But that’s a story for another day.

And tomorrow I’m attending a cinnamon bun party although I have no idea what that entails. Hopefully cinnamon buns.

“Hey you, won't you listen, This is not the end of it all”

In conclusion, and as a non-sequitor, my iPod Top 25 List after 5 months in Japan (1 to 25 with no artist doubles). You can tell a lot about people by their iTunes 25 Most Played List. it's teh first thing I look at on people's computers. Then I judge.

Your Diary- Franz Ferdinand
Kids With Guns- Gorillaz
Town Called Malice- The Jam
Cash Machine- Hard-fi
Shine a Light- Wolf Parade
Gold Lion- Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Club Foot- Kasabian
Talk to Me, Dance With Me- Hot Hot Heat
The Passenger- Iggy Pop
Oh My God- Kaiser Chiefs
Sometimes You Can’t Make it On Your Own- U2 (it’s seriously this far down the list)
Ooh La La- Goldfrapp
Hotel Yorba- White Stripes
Lola- The Kinks
Suffragette City- David Bowie
Going, Going, Gone- Stars
Combat Baby- Metric
Reptilia- The Strokes
The Universal- Blur
Amsterdam- Coldplay
Rudie Can’t Fail- The Clash
Nightswimming- REM
Music When the Lights Go Out- The Libertines
Mis-shapes- Pulp
Jump Around- House of Pain (no, really).

All this shows is that I’ve relied far too heavily on my “Zaphod’s Mix” playlist.

And now I’m going back to watch Scream 3 on TV. I forgot Dr. McDreamy was in it. More importantly, I forgot all about Scream 3.

“Don't you see there is a rhythm”