Like a lot of people from this city, I left shortly after work on Friday to head up to the cottage for the long weekend.
Actually that's a fiction Torontonians been telling for decades now. What really happens in the summer on weekends is that all the cool people from Toronto all get together up in Peterborough, where we hang out at Artspace with the artsy crowd. So when you see the traffic backed up on the 400 going north Friday evenings, we're not headed out to "rough-it" for 2 days. We're going to party without the losers who we leave back in the city.
I mean, who in their right mind would want to spend their summer weekends with the mosquitos, doing nothing but fishing, relaxing by the lake, where all the convenience stores within 100 miles are closed by 11pm?
But it's a secret. If anyone asks, just say you caught some pickerel and yummy were they ever good.
