The Feminists: Hurtling Toward Peterborough

We did laundry at Martin’s house which precluded any possibility of exploring Toronto. Very unfortunate, but not as unfortunate as the state of my stinking, damp, filthy clothes. We were ready to roll by late afternoon and I even had a chance to clean out the van.
Getting out of Toronto proved to be challenging as the expressway we wanted was closed. Maybe we should start turning on the radio when we’re driving through enormous cities with overwhelming networks of freeways. That would interfere with listening to music and insulting each other, though.
Now we are hurtling toward Peterborough and hoping to add a few dollars to our gas money and play a kick ass all ages show.