Not much happened on Friday during the day. Daily minutiae mostly. I went to the gym. When I got home, I packed some more things. Yes, it seems like it’s never ending, but mostly it was taking things out of already packed suitcases, putting them into freight boxes and then repacking the suitcases. Stupid luggage limits!

Alastair messaged me before I’d gotten too far into and asked if I was home. I offered him a coffee so he came up and said he really wanted to go for a drink on a rooftop patio. The weather was perfect for it and it was Pride so I said, why the hell not?

We tried one place first but there was a wait of 30 minutes so we went to Lola’s instead, sat outside, ate fries, drank cider and talked about work and life and travel. It was a great way to spend a Friday afternoon. We couldn’t stay long though as Glen and I had dinner plans and Glen sounded near frantic that I was out somewhere else and not waiting at home for us to go.

It also didn’t help that we left Lola’s just before he got there and he was looking for us while we were down the road at the supermarket. He found us eventually. We said bye to Al and then caught the subway up to Summerhill.

It’s a nice part of the city and only a few blocks north of us yet I’d only been there once before and Glen never. We discovered there was a Nadege, a patisserie, that we thought was only down at Trinity Bellwoods (a 25 minute trip from our place on public transport). We couldn’t believe there was one so close. Perhaps it was a good idea we didn’t know about it…

We went into Terroni and met Kirsteen and her husband Jeff at the bar for pre-dinner drinks. Kirsteen relayed the story to Jeff of her first meeting with Glen who had queried her use of the word ‘symmetrical’ as opposed to ‘symmetric’. They then discovered both were correct but the event has left Kirsteen with mental scars. She does a mean Australian accent too haha.

Other radiology residents and fellows showed up at 8 as this was an end of term thing and we went upstairs to the terrace where a table awaited us outside. For some reason I chose the middle seat, completely blocked in on all sides.

I hate sitting in the middle because the conversation groups usually bisect right in the middle and I’m left on the outer. I also need to pee more often than most people so it’s a hassle to have to get out. When I could not hold it in any longer, I declared that the quickest and least disruptive way to get out was to go under the table. It worked well.

The food was great, conservation easy and fun and it was amusing to get everyone’s take on their time in the hospital. It looks like we’re going to go to Israel for Tel Aviv Pride one year as Schlomit will be living back there and really wants to see everyone again.

We were the last ones to leave the restaurant sometime close to 1am. There was more chat on the street and then we departed, catching the subway back home. We’d been invited to a drinks party but had missed that and despite thinking that it was Pride and we should be going out, we opted to go home and go to bed. Good choice.