Fish out of Water
I was headed to the bus depot, to hop on a Mega-boring-bus to Montreal, and I realized I had forgotten my favourite companion, my journal, for the trip. I popped into Shoppers and picked up a cheap composition book, one I thought could at least get me by for the duration of my weekend getaway. Little did I know it would become the launching pad for transformation. I moved to Toronto 2 and a half years ago, and I cannot believe it. Sometimes I wake up and decide I'm going to visit my sister on the South Shore later that afternoon and then I remember that I live 400+ kms away from her. The hope was, back when I first got here, that the momentum I felt in my comedy life in Montreal would automatically translate to this new city. The total confidence I had on Quebecois stages and streets, I thought, would carry me swiftly to a variety of venues and shows here in Toronto, even though I don't really know too many people, or am actually terribly terribly (terribly) socially a