Invisible me.

We went to Taste of the Danforth, a much lauded event but out of all the ones we've attended here, this had to be the worst, in the "shit" column alone.

Scant food offerings beyond stereotypical greek ( danforth is greektown), and mostly some pathetic commercial stalls, and some rides, the layout was planned solely to bottleneck the fuck out of the crowd.

And r's off and wandering and I should take this as a lesson to have my OWN cash because it's deafening and he can't hear me and he's on stimuli overload and I cant yell that loud, I have a voice that DOES NOT CARRY at any volume.

he's also a bit "faceblind" and sometimes doesn't see me three feet in front of him. So he's off and I'm saying lets just eat ANYTHING and he's always 'looking to see what's further and further and further" and it becomes a point where I go FUCK IT I"M GOING HOME because we've been past every stall and he's STILL looking. every option MUST be considered.

FUUUUUUCK.

I didn't have cash or i'd have stopped and got my own food, the line ups at the bank were severely brutal long.

And worse, is that people just fail to register my existence so I spend much of my time ducking and weaving people who mow forth as if I am completely made of mist.

People ram into me so often, that I've been smashed inthe head by elbows, bags, arms. I am going to start getting shovey back because fuck, i am NOT required to be the one always leaping out of the way. ( tall/big guys are especially dickish about this, they make eye contact then bowl me over, douchenuggets.)

So yeah, shit afternoon. Taste of Danforth? a fucking stupidity.

Invisible me.

We went to Taste of the Danforth, a much lauded event but out of all the ones we've attended here, this had to be the worst, in the "shit" column alone.

Scant food offerings beyond stereotypical greek ( danforth is greektown), and mostly some pathetic commercial stalls, and some rides, the layout was planned solely to bottleneck the fuck out of the crowd.

And r's off and wandering and I should take this as a lesson to have my OWN cash because it's deafening and he can't hear me and he's on stimuli overload and I cant yell that loud, I have a voice that DOES NOT CARRY at any volume.

he's also a bit "faceblind" and sometimes doesn't see me three feet in front of him. So he's off and I'm saying lets just eat ANYTHING and he's always 'looking to see what's further and further and further" and it becomes a point where I go FUCK IT I"M GOING HOME because we've been past every stall and he's STILL looking. every option MUST be considered.

FUUUUUUCK.

I didn't have cash or i'd have stopped and got my own food, the line ups at the bank were severely brutal long.

And worse, is that people just fail to register my existence so I spend much of my time ducking and weaving people who mow forth as if I am completely made of mist.

People ram into me so often, that I've been smashed inthe head by elbows, bags, arms. I am going to start getting shovey back because fuck, i am NOT required to be the one always leaping out of the way. ( tall/big guys are especially dickish about this, they make eye contact then bowl me over, douchenuggets.)

So yeah, shit afternoon. Taste of Danforth? a fucking stupidity.