Photograph property of Breath-Takers. Of course.
I don’t want you to think that Mai’s time in Toronto was all spent fucking. That is pretty much the case, but I don’t want you thinking that.
LOL
Seriously, we did leave the hotel room. As witnessed by the excursions to ice skate, to get pizza at midnight via the streetcar, as well as a movie here, a restaurant there.
Oh, and sex at the Winter Garden theatre.
Yeah.
You’re going to have to look that one up. Here’s a URL.
Now, the Winter Garden interlude requires its very own section in this tale. So while I’d love to tell you to take a pee-break, grab a drink, let the cat out, and when you come back, I’ll tell you all about Mai and I having our way with each other in a century-old theatre...
...I think I’m going to leave that for another time.
