So apparently this weekend is some fake long weekend called Simcoe Day. Deemed a civic holiday, us posh office jockeys seem to get Monday off.
Ernesto’s Bachelor party was Saturday night, and, blissfully so, strippers were not involved. We headed down to The Local for beers and music; since Ernesto’s life has always been deeply routed in music (who else would get a masters in Jazz percussion) the evening took on a sort of “Jam session” feeling. Very laid back, […]