This weekend's eastward travels with Jake, roommate, were sublime.

On Friday we were enthralled by the marbley and sweet and somewhat unrehearsed* peformance of Rufus, accompanied by sister Martha and mama Kate. This followed a very thorough preparation in the form of dear, comedic interludes by Jeff Daniels, the pulsating and partially nude talents of the Kiyoshi Nagata Ensemble and the suprisingly resonant voice of wee, nicely coiffured Jackie Greene. It was an evening of turbid sensations/emotions, i.e. (in no particular order) hunger, love, hate, awkwardness, fatigue and patriotism. From post-performance 'til 5:00 a.m. these emotions propelled us through good times at the Old Town Tavern and even better** ones at the Casino Windsor and Ontario's finest Tim Horton's.

Saturday brought us delicious meats and vegetables in Dearborn followed by an extensive, dismal tour of Detroit including a dead-camera-battery-stymied driveby of the Heidelberg Project. Grey Detroit skies propelled us back across the border and deep into the heart of the Golden Horseshoe -- to Chatham, ON for some zesty delights and, after, the duty-free shop. Olfactorily sated with various duty-free aromas (this and this, notably), we returned to Shagan's apt. in Bellville and slept.

Mostly it was great. Once I finally get the caked Windsor filth out of my pores and off of my car, I'll start to think about doing it again; the benevloent shade of the Maple Leaf is beckoning already.

*Likkkkeee, he flubbed a lot of chords. But his voice made up for it, mostly.
**I say better but, truth be told, I'm still too confused to judge.