So, I’m stranded in Toronto.  Apparently, Mother Nature heard my comments about how I haven’t been in a snowstorm in 6+ years, and she decided to bring one down upon Toronto on the day I was slated to leave.  They’re calling this a first-class storm, and it’s supposedly the one that will push T-Dot past its snowfall record, which was set all the way back in 1938 or something.  I’ve been hearing about a foot will fall (though I had to do the math to convert it over from centimeters, naturally), so my writing partner & I have extended our stay at our hotel one more night and scored a flight out of the city tomorrow night… after things have hopefully come to a stop and are much better weather-wise.

It’s been a neat couple of days, and as much as I mock Toronto and the Canadians, it really is a very cool city and they are very nice people.  And no, I’m not just saying that because I’ve had a few Canadian beers so far this evening and I’m feeling mellow and happy.  Besides catching up with some friends I haven’t seen in a year and making some new ones and hearing some awesome new music (at least new to me), one of the coolest experiences was seeing Alanis Morissette be inducted into the Canadian Music Hall of Fame, and I also got to see Gordon Lightfoot perform (I know, rather clichéd, but what can I do?).  And for the first time in years, I’ve had poutine, which was actually pretty damn good.  I wonder if that means I can’t make fun of it anymore.

Pictures, including some of the snowstorm, are available here as always.