I only lasted 48 hours between the time I arrived in Toronto and the time I ended up in Eaton Centre. I think the pinnacle of my shame appeared when I got a few “Ewww. Check out the old dude” looks while loitering in Abercrombie & Fitch. No wait, correct that. The pinnacle of my shame was when I had to stand around with my Dairy Queen ice cream because there were no seats left in the food court.



















August 20th, 2008 at 6:22 am
It’s odd but you’ve never struck me as a shopper. I mean, you’ve displayed the fruits of your endeavors on the blog but I somehow never made the connection between your need for youthful, fine clothes and technology with a shopping compulsion.
I see you in a new light now.