Well, I've been feeling a little under the weather, so will reply to all your wonderful arguments on the Opportunity post later on. I think I need as much brain power as possible to tackle that one!
Saturday was a wacky day.
I was roused from deep sleep by the sounds of whistles and drums. It sounded like a full marching band was crossing the street in front of my house. Turns out that it was really only 4 drums and a cymbal, and it was 3 blocks away, but still...
Lemme tell you, drum sound really carries down empty streets. It was only 9:30 on Saturday morning and much too early to be awake! But my curiousity got the better of me. I had to know what the hell this sound was, and why a drumline was marching through the streets of downtown Toronto. I dragged myself out of bed and onto the balcony in my furry slippers, looked down and saw a steady stream of runners passing by. It was the Sporting Life 10K race, complete with drum accompaniment for encouragement! It was an interesting way to start the weekend, to say the least.
Later on that evening, I went for my own run on the waterfront. On my way back, I had to cross under an underpass, and got stopped at the lights. I saw some motion out of the corner of my eye. So I turned and looked across 4 lanes of traffic to the sidewalk on the other side. The guy on the other side, in running gear, paused, looked over, and immediately broke into a breakdancing routine - popping, locking and moonwalking. I couldn't help but laugh and applaud. He gave me a bow, the light turned green, and with that, we were both off and running in opposite directions.
I love little pieces of weirdness like that!