Stratford
Me and Jen went to Stratford, which was cool for the most part. I’m going to tell the tale with pictures.
What I thought would set the tone for the trip was the fact that our hotel, aside from being a hotel, sold Barbie clothes. Not Barbies, just the clothes:
This scared me into thinking I was in for a weekend of browsing through doll shops, but boy was I wrong! Jen and I drove around and found a huge abandoned building that I think was used to make train cars or something. It was pretty easy to get into to take pictures since they had cleaned most of the junk up to start turning it into a huge mall.
This place was mind-bogglingly enormous. I seriously could have spent the whole day checking it out, but we had to find a Beer Store/LCBO before it closed, if, in fact Stratford had either a Beer Store or LCBO.
The trip didn’t go off without a hitch, unfortunately, due to the roving street gangs that the Stratford Festival has spawned. In the morning I woke up, looked out the window to find that someone decided to deface my car.
You have no idea how pissed I am. I have a feeling that this is a pretty rare occurrence in this sleepy town of 30,000, but still, because of this, fuck you Stratford! If anyone knows a good way to get that off without damaging the paint job, I’m open to your suggestions.
To take my mind off the car, we went and looked at some swans by the river:
In any event, besides the incident with the car, Stratford was a good getaway for 2 days.
Bonus: Here’s a picture of Lenny wearing a shopping bag as a cape:
