Pre-Labo(u)r

South of Hanlan’s Point (31 August 2008)
So the last two days of August in Toronto were the sort of summer days we used to have in this city — hot, sunny, gorgeous. Three words, by the way, which also could describe the latest crop of beachgoers at Hanlan’s Point. There’s been a resurgence of interest in Hanlan’s over the past couple of years and it’s gratifying that each new crop is more social and groovier and considerably flirtier than the previous.
Today marked the first official Beach Ball at Hanlan’s, with DJs and booze and eats, though we opted for some icy Hoegaardens at home as things were cranking up instead. Also, $35 per head? Um, no. The air show was on, too, with all manner of aircraft tearing across the sky throughout the afternoon.
A good really good weekend, y’all. Completely effective in flushing away the massive, crippling amounts of high-intensity stoopid to which I’ve been subjected lately — more on that later, rest assured.

Your Host and Champ Send Greetings from the Beach at Hanlan’s Point
31 August 2008











Mmmm, I accept those greetings! (And yes, this has been a beautiful weekend, and a bittersweet reminder of summer weekends from years gone by.)
Two very handsome fellows…
It was a beautiful weekend down our way too. Speaking of beautiful. Many more pictures like this and I’m just mailing myself to Toronto. Start taking extra vitamins.
Good photo, and it sounds as if things are getting back on track! VERY happy to hear this.
I’m baaaaaaack! Not to be confused with Baraaaaak- although he’s the uber fierce.
Champ is beyond the valley of hotlicious. This is the first we are seeing of him without some black censor bar over his eyes. Damn, BStewart! Way to wrangle the fresh meat. I mean, Champ looks ew! gay n’ all but damn ain’t he a dreamboat set adrift…
WERK!
You and Champ both have a knack for looking at the camera like the most delightful person is hidden inside it. It’s the trick to getting a good portrait, but not everybody can master it.
Inside of my camera is a very mean little person who is always on the verge of telling me I have something hanging from my nose.
Pretty. pretty picture of handsome, handsome men.
Yum.