Okay, now before the congratulations and the bottles of champagne start rolling in...
I went down to the rental office, signed my lease and dropped the deposit. This lae in the game, they probably just want the suite rented at this point. ID checked, income verified, all I need do is hold my breath and wait for the clock to turn over...
I should be in there for May 1st.
Went down to the Eaton Centre today, and dined at a restaurant called "Baton Rouge." A little upscale (at least for my current tastes) but the steak was *incredible*. Had it cooked Pittsburgh style, which means charred on the outside and rare on the inside... My steak came very well browned, but not charred, and redder and bloodier than hell. Actually, if it was a mistake, they did a fantastic fuckup, because it was very much to my liking. And the coleslaw was killer.
The Eaton Centre has changed a lot, yet much remains the same. The "Squirting Fountain" that shoots water straight up, three levels high, was a comforting landmark, but what really surprised me in this cathedral of consumerism was the sheer diversity of retailers. Incredible.
Well, I have three days to tough it out here. This is everything I wanted: the location is as close to perfect as I'm likely to get, the apartment has a certain 1930's charm I find irresistibly fun and warm, and the rent is reasonable. Mind you, it's only a bachelor, but I don't have a lot in the way of stuff, so it's easy decorating for the fag without a clue. :)
All Good Things.
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