Visited Iris in Toronto this weekend. It’s a very nice city, with lots of trendy lounges and pretty walking districts. I figure I could live there if I absolutely had to, because I think after a while I’d get tired of how hard it apparently is to make friends there, and the relative absence of the French language.

Saw Hable Con Ella again, which everyone enjoyed, even the guys, then went to a hip pasta bar where Gord got his wallet “stolen” out of the coat check. He spent the rest of the evening on the phone with cops and credit card companies, only to find his wallet, the next day on the drive home, in the very coat pocket that he had frantically checked several times the night before.

Reminds me of an even stupider thing a friend of a friend of mine did. Drunk after bar hopping, he took a cab home and left his car in a parking lot. The next day, it was gone, along with his golf clubs in the back seat. Cops, insurance company, etc. Several weeks later, the cops found his car in the parking lot of the bar next to the one where the guy said he’d left his car.

Can you beat that for embarrassment involving law enforcement?