Willow slept most of the way to Newark. The plane was pretty full, and very cramped, so neither Jen nor I got any sleep. The trip from Newark to Toronto took just under an hour. Matt and Greg had beaten us there, but we had beaten Dawn, who was due to land at another terminal. We found her in due time, and soon found ourselves on a shuttle heading for the city proper. The air was sticky and rainy, with humidity levels one would expect to find in the tropics. The shuttle driver, like many professional drivers, was loudly contemptuous of the skills of his fellow drivers as we wound our way towards our destination. As we passed the massive, phallic CN Tower, he opined that the microwaves emanating from it were cooking the brains of his fellow bus drivers. The tower itself is quite impressive, even if one discounts our driver's theory. It looms over the city like a lightning rod.
The shuttle dropped us off, not at our hotel, but at one down the street (we would later find out that various friends are staying there). We grab our bags and slog through the rain. Our hotel looms ahead. It is a college dorm masquerading as a hotel during the summer months. Dawn and Greg are on the fifth floor. Matt, Jen, Willow and I are on the tenth. In our room, somebody has written the words, "hello" and "batman" on the bulletin board. College life in Toronto must be rather dull, if this is anything to go by. Underwhelmed by the graffiti, we promptly collapsed on our beds and fell asleep.

More later...

cds I listened to while suspecting that I'm still a little jetlagged: Lilium "Short Stories", Vixen "The Works", 16 Horsepower "Sackcloth 'n' Ashes", Brightblack "ala.cali.tucky", Bohren & der Club of Gore "Black Earth", Deep Turtle "John Peel Session", "Turkele!!!" and "Tutina!", and Tara Jane Oneil "Bones"