(semi-obscure De La Soul reference)
I had one of those Eddie Izzard "aaaah aaaah aah aaaaaaaaaah" moments today. After running through my new neighbourhood for the first time (cool), I walked a few blocks to a Subway (errr, the sandwich place, not the TTC subway) I had spotted for a quick lunch. As soon as I walked in, I thought, "Waaaaaaaaiiiit a second, this looks really familiar."
Now, I'm quite aware that Subway is not known for a tremendous range of decorative styles. That "old school NYC Subway diagram/map" motif is pretty much universal. Still, the place looked really familiar. And then it hit me: I'd eaten in that very Subway almost two years ago when I was here on vacation. Seeing huge buildings and famous spots again isn't really a big deal, but there was something about walking in to a sandwich place in my new neighbourhood and realizing I'd eaten there as a tourist two years ago that seemed strange. Not bad, just strange.
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I spotted Georgia AND Virginia license plates this week. The Virginia car was from Prince William County. It still seemed a bit cooler to see Nova Scotia plates this morning. Yeah, it's in Canada, too, but it's a LONG way from Toronto...
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There's a new quarter here highlighting the 2010 Winter Olympics, taking place out west in Vancouver, British Columbia.
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Finally hitting the concert scene again on Sunday, as the stellar Danish duo The Raveonettes are coming to Lee's Palace, a venue on Bloor Street. And on Monday I'm seeing Spoon at The Phoenix, the same place I saw Rilo Kiley a few weeks ago. Otherwise I'm just trying to get my place organized!
I still haven't seen The Ponys live, much to my chagrin...
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...there was something about walking in to a sandwich place in my new neighbourhood and realizing I'd eaten there as a tourist two years ago that seemed strange. Not bad, just strange.
Yes, I would imagine that would be very strange. I also find seeing a building that used to be part of my life but haven't seen in years just as odd. It's like seeing traces of your life etched in stone.
Indeed. I saw an old elementary (primary) school of mine a few years ago for the first time in ages, and it was an odd feeling. Same with our old house in that city...
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