CIAO TORONTO

This is my last night in Toronto. It’s been a weird and somewhat wonderful 3 weeks, but I am very happy to return to the States tomorrow.

I will miss Second Cup. Canada’s version of Starbucks…it blows Starbucks out of the water.

I will miss the view of the CN Tower out of my hotel window. It’s a pretty spectacular thing to stare at every day. Testament to the human genius. And to the human need to prove how big our dicks are.

I will also miss the Loonie, the best and most appropriate name for a monetary device ever.

I sincerely hope you all had a wonderful New Year’s Eve. I had to kiss my boss at midnight, and, though he is absolutely adorable, it's just nowhere near as fun as kissing my husband.

I am also pretty sure I watched a girl stuffed into a shiny dress puke her way right out of a threesome last night. In the hotel hallway. Awkward.

NYE Rule #1: Do not vomit in an enclosed public space. Especially when you're tryin' to mack. (did I use that term appropriately?)

It’s going to be windy tomorrow at both airports – please send good travel thoughts our way.

Arms and heart open wide, I walk into 2012.