I went anyway. I figured people are more important than obligations, especially people who are good friends, like Jenna.

Most of this story was already written, but wordpress decided it wasn’t worth saving, even though I actually pressed the save button to make sure it was saved. I would be pulling my hair out right now, but I’m using my hands to type. I might skip some stuff, just because I’m running low on patience.

So yeah, I went. I’ll save you the trouble of reading about the bus ride there. Not much happened. I finished my book, “Sophie’s World.” It’s a novel about the history of philosophy. Needless to say, I liked it.

My friendship with Jenna pretty much consists of numerous text messaging and the occasional moment on skype. So we texted ourselves to each other when I got to Toronto, did the whole hug off, and I met her/our friend Jenn. The original plan was to book it back to Hamilton to hang out at the bar Jenna works at, but Jenn wanted us to stay in Toronto, so we did. We had a great time. Went back to Jenn’s amazingly cheap apartment in relation to location, talked music and life a little, and then hit the streets. Jenn’s DJ friend was supposed to be doing something at this place “Campus Club” or something like that, so we headed in that direction. But it didn’t look worth the $5 cover so we left. The event organizer was a sworn enemy of Jenna’s or something like that, plus the bouncers looked more like chaperones. We walked for awhile and then Jenn remembered this place called “the Boat” that sometimes played ’50s music, so we went to go take a look. When we got there they were playing African tribal music, people were flinging their limbs all over the place, and the guy who asked for our ID looked like a back-alley Robert Plant. Also not worth $5. So we just went home to Jenn’s. We had a good time anyway, hey girls? It was great.

In the morning, Jenn fed us bagels and fruit and we headed out the door (but not before I nearly forgot all my bags in her apartment). Jenna and I took the bus to Hamilton and walked to her place, which is in a neighborhood a lot like yours was here, Mom. Maybe it was… (duhn, duhn, DUNNNNNN!!!) Anyway, we hung out there for awhile, overcooked some french fries, watched “Almost Famous,” and generally had a good time. That evening we relaxed in the hot tub until her/our friends Scott and Jesse showed up to go ddddancing. I don’t remember the name of the place we went to, but it wasn’t too bad. As always, the first few moments were awkward. Apparently I missed this in Toronto, but if you go out on the town with Jennalane, chances are you will bump into someone she knows. This was definitely true at the place we went to. Everywhere we turned, she was talking to someone new. I couldn’t keep up, so I didn’t bother. It took a bit for me to warm up, but I ended up legitimately getting my dance on. It helped that Scott and Jesse dance a lot like I do; you know, shaking limbs and having fun. Later on, these two scantily clad women who had these chochy guys around them were dancing near us and joined the fun. It was a little weird, but we rolled with it.

We went to Jenna’s church in the morning. Her CanRef friends Justine and Catherine picked us up and we headed on out. Justine got pulled over on the highway for speeding, but the cop was really nice. Only gave her a small ticket. It helped that we told him where we were going I think. Jenna goes to a Pentacostal Church, so the worship time was pretty great. Her pastor, who she apparently loves, wasn’t there so we had a guest speaker. She was pretty nuts. To wrap it all up nicely, she pretty much said not to listen to all this fear-mongering about the economy and to trust in God. She also prophesied that it would be a good year for the church financially, which was pretty interesting. I’m not really used to that kind approach on a Sunday morning, so it was a little difficult to understand. But I came out unscathed. We had a good chat about speaking in tongues afterward. Overall, a challenging but nurturing way to spend a Sunday. Not too shabby.

We lazed about pretty heavily for the rest of the day. Jenna’s pretty-much-adoptive sister Breanne came by with her boyfriend from Georgia, who doesn’t sound at all like he’s from Georgia by the way. We chatted a bit, and then they drove us to the bus station. She came with me to Toronto, we talked about when we will ever see each other again, and then parted ways as I got on the bus. It wasn’t too bad on the way home. An army guy sat beside me till Kensington, and then I got to stretch out and get some sleep. I didn’t get to Montreal till 3:45 in the morning. The station’s in a pretty shady part of town, but I tried to walk up rue St. Denis anyway to try to catch a night bus. Saw some pretty creepy and/or drunk folk on the way, so after watching a bus drive by, I found a cab. It was warm inside and the driver was nice. My broken French and his broken English got us by. I went home and slept.

The End.

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