This past weekend one of my best friends-Travis from Windsor-was visiting. I took Thursday and Friday off to make it a long weekend. I met Travis in university and he is one of the most charismatic, funny and up-beat people I know, so it was a real treat having him come and visit, since it happens far too infrequently. After being delayed in Toronto due to that incredible waste of time and money known as the “G20 Summit”, he arrived Thursday at 8:30pm.
The next day, we went to the “Pop art exhibit” at the National Gallery. Here is the interior walk up to the exhibit spaces:
The pop exhibit began with a look at Andy Warhol and his multimedia approach to art and intense dedication to celebrity social climbing.
Next up was works by Jeff Koons, Richard Prince, Keith Haring, Tracey Emin, Damien Hirst, Takashi Murakami, Martin Kippenberger and other contemporary artists.
There were some really cool sculptures, like this one:
and this one, where the artist pokes fun at art critics and the whole industry:
There is a very sexual part of the exhibit with graphic photos, sculptures and newspaper clipings. The above mentioned artist, Jeff Koons, created a series of works called “Made in Heaven” and wow! Naughty stuff! In one room, he enlarged photos of his porn star wife and him servicing each other orally. Travis is gay and was a little taken aback by all the female…parts. LOL. I’m no prude, but it is graphic. Another “artist” filmed herself having sex with a guy she paid for the experience. Yeah, that’s not art, that’s prostitution and porn, honey. (If it was art, then every hooker and porn actor and director would be “artistes” and be in galleries as well) We didn’t see the video, just photos of video clips. When I read about it on the wall though, I thought it was stupid. Thankfully the other sex stuff was more interesting.
Anyways, after the gallery we went shopping along the mess that is currently Sussex street under construction and I bought Hubby a Netherlands orange jersey underwear. (He really wanted a shirt but they are sold out everywhere, so I thought this was a good alternative. ;))
We then went to the small gay village along Bank street (I call it “The Gayborhood”)before driving back to my place to watch some movies. Saturday involved more shopping and gabbing. Travis also got fairly regular texts from his boyfriend, the first of which was a definite cause for concern.
The text from his boyfriend went like this: “Babe, our lawn is on fire! How do you work the fire extinguisher?!”
Apparently some a-hole set their garbage can on fire. Dickheads. Thankfully though, the fire died out before consuming their house. After that, Travis checked his phone much more often.
The rest of the weekend ran by fast and we had fun driving around the suburbs, Travis blasting ABBA and Madonna. The nearby suburbanites must have thought the Pride Parade came early, LOL. I took him out to bubble tea and sushi, which he loved since it’s hard to come by in a one-note town like Windsor.
Sunday we exchanged goodbyes and hugs. I miss him already!