That's Ms. Espanya to You, Bitches.

You know a heretofore virtual friendship has potential when you unwittingly show up in complementary colours, no?

After what seems like months of health misery and blahs and stress and crap weather, I have had a tremendously exciting and enjoyable weekend. In January. In Toronto. I know, it boggles the mind.

Of course, I'm going to drag it out into 7 posts - so insanely action packed has it all been - but I have to start here, on Saturday morning, hanging at Pantry with the entirely gorgeous (and totally hilarious) Tanya Espanya.

Two hours literally flew by and T actually got in 10 words edgewise, so I know she too considers it a success :-) Lest you doubt we are entirely happening urban grlzzz, conversation veered from vacations to vibrators (Monkey, I threw this one in there for you honey), from fashion to food. It was good times, peeps.

No doubt you will see more of her, and of our adventures, when she returns from her jaunt to San Diego. In the meanwhile, try not to hate her.

Oh, and like this wasn't exciting enough, on my way home I stopped into the insanely expensive artisanal cheese shop close to Ossington, spent $26.00 on two small wedges of super special, raw something or other from Spain (it was the theme of the day, ok?), and managed to run smack into Sarah Polley in the process. The lovely, unpretentious and well-known-to-be-reclusive, uber talent was there with her delightful looking boyfriend, and we managed to have one of those incredibly Toronto conversations, the hallmark of which is polite reservation.

Essentially, I bitched about this guy and his two nightmare children, who literally smashed into our bastien of dairy-peacefulness, traumatizing the Yorkie who lives there and threatening to knock over hundreds of dollars worth of chutney. To her credit, Ms. Polley was serene through it all, and sweetly hummed a children's rhyme, making evident the beauty of her singing voice, which is also well known. Fuckin' stars. They are so not like us.

Strangely, I used to do yoga with Sarah when we were both much younger - she, a teenager, I a young adult in teacher training. I mean, it's not like she remembered me, but it's so true that there are, like, 3 neighbourhoods in this entire city. Dare I suggest that mine's the coolest? Ms. T, she of the east end, is gonna kick my ass for saying that.