Sass and I did something really retarded the other night. Warm weather in early spring will do that to a cold-addled Canadian y’know.

As you can see from the above picture, I made myself dizzy trying to blow up a Pilates ball by myself. Between fits of laughter, and riding the elevator down to Sass’ garage, she snapped this picture with my shoephone camera. Eventually, we plugged the campy air mattress pump into the cigarette lighter of Sass’ trusty late-model Honda. Once we realized we were asphyxiating ourselves with exhaust fumes (it took a few minutes to figure that out) we made a beeline for my car parked on the street instead.

We stood in the street for several minutes while the pump whined and feebly tried to fill the ball to it’s capacity. After we got kinda bored just standing there, I had the brilliant idea to drop the top on the convertible. We put the ball in the back seat to continue filling while we cruised around the ritziest neighbourhood in Toronto.

Picture this: It’s the dead of night and the temperature is only about 8 or 9 degrees celsius, and here are two weirdos driving around with a pilates ball in the back seat of a top down convertible. We made the rounds of Sass’ new neighbourhood, and then part way downtown in our slightly conspicuous manner. I’m sure we raised a few eyebrows.

I know we wasted too much gas because Sass’ ball never did reach full pressure, and the pump was starting to smell funny by the end of this manouvre. By the end of at least a half hour of pumping, Sassinak drove my car back to her place while I stopped off at a customer’s home to fix his wireless internet connection. He couldn’t quite figure out what I was babbling about when I explained my reasons for being in his neighbourhood with a convertible, a pilates ball and a stupid grin on my face.

It’s springtime, and people do all sorts of goofy things when the weather improves.