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Friday was spent running errands and ensuring that the rest of the weekend would be problem-free.

Friday night, I joined a good handful of friends in celebrating the birth of our good friend Colin. The rooftop patio at his building, at King and Sherbourne, is always a top-notch spot to hang out and admire the city. Also, it proved to be an excellent place for people to “ice” one another.

Woke up fairly early on Saturday and watched most of the plans I had made fall apart. Mike, Johnny and I instead took to Trinity Bellwoods Park and played some frisbee and ate some ice cream.

Sunday, beach day, was pretty awesome. Dan and I cycled from home to Ashbridges and met up with Johnny, Mike, Pam and Arden. There was hole-digging, barbecuing, and even guest appearances by some friends later in the day. The weather was amazing and the bike rides to and from were both awesome.

Monday, it was supposed to be beach day #2, but the weather was being indecisive. Instead I ran an errand then took a bike ride up to Broadview and Danforth. Abby and Victoria were in the process of making homemade pizzas. Spelt crust, pseudo-pesto, roasted veggies, caramelized onions, goat cheese. It was a damn fine way to spend the afternoon.

After sitting in Riverdale East Park watching the city and then riding all the way home, I was convinced (easily) to head down to Cherry Beach for Promise. Always a good choice. Always a good time.

Spent part of this weekend planning a cottage getaway for two weeks from now. It’s gonna be rad.

I’m going to be representing Caplansky’s alongside Zane and a couple of our best FOH staff this weekend at Toronto’s first Deli Duel. We’ll be pitting our smoked meat up against two other local competitors, who I honestly have never heard of.

Come check out the “competition” and have a bite to eat. All proceeds are benefiting The Stop Community Food Centre.

I love bass. It is no secret. I also have recently taken the plunge into the world of tattoos and won’t be looking back any time soon.

One night I had a dream that I had a radical bass clef tattooed on my arm. It was made of, or wrapped in, wires from a mixer…and then I woke up.

The next day, with the help of my lovely friend and tattoo connoisseur Meliss, I found an artist with a musical background. I met with Darwin at Black Line Studio and he seemed to be almost MORE stoked on the idea than I.

One preliminary drawing, a lot of faith in Darwin’s Bible and three weeks later, I have an everlasting tribute to my love of the low frequency.

I feel that every time I start to build steam on this blog thing, it gets derailed. I think this weekend may spell time for a redesign. Heavier focus on the food and lifestyle side of things. Music will still be prominent, but not the primary topic. I figure that changing my focus will mean more posting.

Here’s to hoping I’m right.

Currently in the process of some big things in life. Working at Caplansky’s is pretty rad. Music has been taking a back seat to work lately, but that will soon change. ESKMO is in town this weekend and I believe I plan to feel that one out.

Safe.