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I went to bed earlier this morning at about 03:15 and woke up six hours later. Call me insane. It's the weekend, for crying out loud! I decided to clean up a bit around the place. I then had to back the car out of the driveway so that my dad could run some errands. I spent some time talking to my mom before I helped my dad haul in the groceries he had purchased. I put them all away and then headed out. I had to visit the advance poll to vote for the municipal election. The poll is fairly close to where I live. It probably took me no more than five minutes to drive over there. It happened to be in a community centre. There's a library, an ice hockey arena, a swimming pool, and rooms where you can have meetings. So, I found the voting place. The folks ahead of me went to the wrong poll. Strange. I actually met my trainer, who said that she recognized me. She told me to visit one of the two deputy returning officers (DROs) for my ballot. I guess that I'll be using a computer. The DRO there had one. It was a good experience. I filled in the circles, indicating the candidates for which I was voting. I then saw my ballot get counted in the automated counter. It was painless. Since I was right next door to the library, I decided to get a library card. It's about time. I've been meaning to do this for quite some time. I felt good. Too bad I didn't have time to look around. After that, I fetched my car and then called the president's son (PS), indicating that I was coming to pick him up. Twenty-five minutes later, I was talking to a security guy at PS's condo. I told him that I was visiting PS and specified his unit number. So, the security guy called him. "Hello, ma'am. Are you expecting Watty?" I was trying not to laugh. PS does have a girlie voice. I'd say approximately twenty minutes later, he came downstairs. We drove to the local Winners. He had to get a gift card for his stepmother. We then had lunch at a restaurant that used to be Nickels. The food was great. We split the chicken wings. PS tends to go with the drumsticks, for I suspect that they are easier to eat. We had initially ordered barbeque ones, but we got the honey garlic ones instead. He still ate them. It wasn't until I had pointed them out that he figured it out. I think he says that he doesn't like the honey garlic variety because he hasn't had them before. He had the lasagna (again, he has had that before, he is Italian, and he can pronounce it). I had the chicken fettuccine alfredo. The food there was great. If my throat wasn't a bit raw, I would have tried the jerk chicken. After our late lunch, we went to Old Navy. I bought a green silk blouse that I think is appropriate for the Christmas party. I also got a lovely pair of chocolate brown corduroy pants. They feel great. We then visited Future Shop, where I ended up purchasing a couple of CDs. Next, we visited the new Best Buy across the street. I bought more CDs. DJ purchased two DVDs there. There was a HomeSense next door. I found the cutest M&M's ceramic cookie jar. I just had to get it! I also got two chocolate bars with mint in them and a stuffed blue M&M's guy plush toy. All were chocolate-related items. We then went downtown. I parked in my regular parking lot, but there wasn't an attendant. The machine would not accept credit cards, no matter how many times we tried to swipe any card through the card reader. So, I scrounged around for some change in my car and managed to scrape up six dollars. We met a couple of Brits who were experiencing the same problem. Luckily, they got change, too. We proceeded to grab a bite before the show. We both visited the Shopsy's deli on Front Street. It was our first time there. We both had the hot dog platter, which was lovely. We were watching a woman behind the counter build a chocolate sundae. There was so much whipped cream that everything she put on top of it (that is, chopped walnuts, cherry, and fudge) sank into it. It was all white. Thankfully, we were early getting into the Air Canada Centre. There was quite the lineup to get in and to get merchandise. We both got t-shirts. I was tempted to get the front-zip hoodie, but it wasn't worth $110. The woman in front was really taking her time. Well, first, she had body odour, which was highly unpleasant. At one stage, she was picking her nose with her right pinkie. Eww! I told PS not to use the same pen she had used to sign the receipt. She had spent a good fifteen minutes at the counter. I got so tired of waiting for her that I jumped into the cash-only line. Too bad PS couldn't do the same. Anyway, we found our seats and waited patiently for Elton John to get on stage. He was worth the wait. Just like the previous show of his that I had seen, he was the act. He certainly earned his money by playing for nearly three hours straight. The following is the concert review from the Toronto Sun: Rocket Man is a blast The only disappointment was hearing three immature girls talk incessantly towards the end of the show. I have to thank a woman close by who actually told them to shut up. Coincidentally, a guy about two rows in front of me had to tell the two guys in my row, but to the right of me, to shut up. I had a terrific time. I was amazed by his musicianship. It was nice seeing him lay across his black Yamaha piano when he was singing, "The bitch is back." He is truly a great performer. It seemed like the temperature had risen outside after the show. We walked to the car. I waved to the two Brits when had met in the same lot earlier. We then parked in my other favourite lot downtown and headed into the HMV store. Yes, I bought some more CDs. We then got a couple of bottles of pop at the pizza place across the street, watched a helicopter land on top of a building in front of us, and then drove off. I dropped him off at 00:25 and got home just before 01:00.
Song that's stuck in my head: Elton John's "Crocodile rock" Recent thoughts:
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