Ottawa

We are in Ottawa for the long weekend. Until now I had spent less than eight hours of my life in our nation's capital. I especially enjoyed coming by train. I had a nice visit with Sylvie, who moved here earlier this month, and we have been hanging out with shadcub and rticboy.

Friday night I observed someone, who looked like ghostsandrobots with a bob cut, channeling Alanis Morisette at gay karaoke. It seemed like one of Ziggy's dreams except it really happened. Swizzles is a tiny dive down a flight of stairs at the back of a parking lot, like a gay bar that didn't bother to emerge from the underground.

Yesterday djjo and I walked around Parliament Hill before indulging in lunch at Byward Market, then taking in a couple exhibits at the National Gallery. The art was underwhelming, and my legs would rather have stayed in a sidewalk pub in the market.