De doo doo doo, de daa daa daa

So, last night, as my karmic reward for the helping of Mindy and Greg move, I went and saw The Police play at the Air Canada Centre, which is normally the Toronto Maple Leafs hockey venue, so as you can imagine, it was a big concert. Greg, Johnny and Rob, a muso friend of Johnny's who is being gradually assimilated into the collective, and I had a fantastic time -the boys are certainly older, but for all that they still put on a kick arse show.

Playing support was Fiction Plane, the band fronted by Sting's son, Joe Sumner. Adorable little rockers - okay, possibly the fact we were sitting pretty high up and they were only six inches tall influencing my choice of adjectives, but they enjoyed themselves so much and had such a great time, it was infectious. I have a song to look for too - "Hate". Johnny wants a copy to pay homage to. ;)

Long weekend!

AS an employee of the Government of Ontario, I get Rememberance Day off. Only, this year it is a Sunday, so I get Monday off instead. Sweet.

The roomie is going elsewhere for the weekend, so I have the place to myself. Given I'm definitely in the initial stages of something nasty (throat tickle, feeling feverish, not to mention the coldsores of doomy doom) and I've had an insanely busy several months, with more to come, I'll be spending that time hermiting. And cleaning. Cleaning definitely. But yeah, not feeling the social, sorry guys. Need some serious brain space, I think.

But first, I'm going to stop at the sushi place on St. John and have dinner. Miso soup and Japanese tea for the win.