New hat!

Personal note:
Humping the corner of a scenic elevator while descending is one of the stranger feelings I’ve encountered in my days.

Anyway, the JLPT is over, and I’m fairly sure I didn’t do well. Might want to try that studying thing sometime.

Regardless, Toronto is still how I’ve always known it. Cold. Filled with beer and mediocre wings. And finer restaurants than in my current location! And nice people! The couple next to us at the Korean BBQ place offered us some of their extra tender meats, and we couldn’t even finish it all.

And I felt up some milk bags.

“Oh, rk, you devilish fiend! You took advantage of the touching rule at a strip club!”

Not so! It was actually plastic bags containing milk, on sale in a local grocers! It scared me! The feel of it was unnatural and questionable at best! I had heard legends of these things, but face to face with the cold, white beasts is another matter unto itself.

Oh, and new hat! I’ve been looking for a hat that would suit me proper, and behold!

In sepia to further show the sexy.