We had our first date last night. We went to a small Japanese restaurant on Davie to share tea and assorted delicacies from the land of the rising sun.

She asked about my family. I asked about her decision to come to Canada. She laughed at my jokes. I lost myself in her eyes.

We shared her umbrella as I walked her home.

I asked if we were going to see each other again. She thinks I'm funny. She thinks I'm nice. She likes my quirks, and the way I dance, but she's not ready to start a new relationship right now.

We hugged.

I walked home in the rain, alone.

Hello Internets, it's been a while.

If you asked me to choose one thing that I absolutely cannot live without it would probably be food (or water, or air, or sleep). However, if I were allowed to choose something that is not a necessity it would most likely be dancing and/or martial arts. Luckily I have been training in Capoeira 3 times a week for the last 2 months, which satisfies both.

In that vein, this previous Saturday night was "Tropical Fever" at the ANZA club on 8th and Ontario. It was a fun filled evening of Capoeira, Samba, Reggae and a multitude of other things that make you want to shake your booty. Photographic images of the event can be found right there.

In addition, although I feel slightly weird saying this at 27, I have a crush on someone and it makes me feel pretty giddy (like a school girl). Yes she's in the pictures from Saturday night (you get 3 guesses) and yes it's mutual.

Finally, for those who appreciate psy-trance (from Israel no less!) go download the new single from Infected Mushroom, it is glorious.

That is all, continue on your way.

As I lower my rickety bones into a hot bath and nurse my ridiculously blistered feet, I leave you with the immortal words of my boy Dane Cook to help put things in perspective on this, the loneliest day of the year.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=hAbIwEux_SQ

I bought a knee brace today, does that mean I'm getting old?