I am a little behind in my blogging, but rather than inundate you with incredibly long posts, I will just have to slowly catch up. I might be a few days behind for a while.
I start with Thursday’s Perfect Moment.
I left work relatively early on Thursday. I met my friends downtown in a comic book store–the famed Silver Snail, which now has a very central location on Yonge street just north of the Eaton Centre, on the second floor. Perhaps the location is more central, but I still have fond nostalgic feelings for the old Queen street location. We used to spend hours there. Now, a quick look around and I am out the door. Maybe I’ve gotten too old. Maybe comic books have gotten too expensive.
We then went to a fantastic used bookstore–which happens to sell other things like grindhouse movies, Japanese animation and related products, and other memorabilia. This was more my speed and I had a serious look around. Despite finding a few things I was interested in, I don’t currently have any room for more books and I didn’t want to lug a lot of stuff around. As I write this, I am confronted by a bit of irony as I ended up lugging something around. If you’re curious about this, you’ll have to look here at my other blog to understand what I am talking about.
After leaving empty handed we went to a bar called the Library above the imperial room. This is a great spot that seems to have survived the real estate boom in Toronto. With rental prices the way they are and being located downtown, I am surprised that the building hasn’t been turned into a condominium. It wasn’t seedy or anything like that, it just reminded me of Yonge street long ago when being trendy wasn’t the goal., or when substance was more important than flash. We even got to drink out of pint glasses that you never see anymore.
After a fine dinner we went to the Rivoli to play some pool. This is another place that so far has escaped gentrification. The tables aren’t in the greatest shape, but they seem to hold corporate events–I was so tempted to grab a slider off the side table. I guess there is still an appetite for tradition in Toronto.
The good thing about playing pool with your friends is that you don’t have to sweat winning or losing. You can cheer great shots and you can laugh at bad ones–whoever makes them (or doesn’t make them). We all had some great shots and some legendarily bad ones. The cue ball never left the table–which is a sin as far as I am concerned.
The night ended with a horribly long commute which saw me take a few catnaps. I really have to learn to set my alarm on my phone.
So, what was the Perfect Moment? Why all of it, of course. The one thing I have learned is that time spent with friends is golden. I never have a bad time with them–even if times are bad. If you tell me you don’t have friends like that, I really don’t know what I can say to you. I’ve had mine for more than 30 years.