On Friday, My Fetching Blonde makes her Ontario debut. I’ll be with her, of course, serving as her 24/7 tour guide and–just as crucially–her liaison with Eddie-Dogg, and all she has to do in exchange is meet my entire extended family and Toronto circle of friends. That’s reasonable, isn’t it?
Right. So far her lone sightseeing requests are the CN Tower and the Eaton Centre; we also have tickets for Jersey Boys and the Leafs’ home finale (for those keeping track the Leafs were officially eliminated from playoff contention today). It’s a lot easier–a lot easier–showing someone around Toronto than, say, Calgary, but I’m still thinking of places we might visit. The Toronto Zoo? Niagara Falls? The–gasp–Hockey Hall of Fame? (I sort of have to take her there, don’t I?) Regardless, this’ll be fun! My Fetching Blonde, despite having lived in Canada her entire life, has never set foot anywhere between Alberta and Nova Scotia. This has to be remedied; on Friday, it will be.
I work in recruitment for a living; ironic, then, that I’ll be doing my own recruitment this week and next.