Thanksgiving’s OK. This year I spent it cat-sitting for Faith, partly because I love cats and miss mine and partly because I like to spend the least amount of time in my apartment as possible since said Kitten died. Still!
So I lived in Bloordale for three days – ran along the rail path, drank at 3 Speed and Bar Neon, cuddled with Faith’s cat Penny and spent some quality time with other Thanksgiving orphans like myself. These little holiday’s are annoying when you’re far from home, like Easter – who travels for Easter? Instead you stay put and get to wander the ghost town the city becomes.
Last night I got lucky and was invited to my friends’ second annual Misfits Thanksgiving dinner. I took Nick who is in town for the launch of some furniture he designed at Klaus Nienkamper. Nick is really cool, see:
I’m obviously thankful for my family, but these smaller holidays remind me how lucky I am to have such amazing friends. I’m constantly surrounded by smart and interesting people who I have real connections with. They are teachers and architects, environmental specialists and engineers, business owners and brokers – the most random professional assortment of close-as-hell people you could ever put together. You know who you are and you know that I love you, because I tell you all the time. I know I’m lucky and that’s why I’m thankful.
To you and yours. XO