Galleria di Sania Mallory

Karaoke at La Ninkasi and I've already claimed the first slot on the sign-up sheet. The outfit fight in front of the mirror is going about how you'd expect. Pick my encore.

Réverbère floods the old city with free circus and street theatre in a few hours and my body already decided we're up. Tell me which act we hit first.

Comiccon opens tonight and the costume survived its trial run, so it's officially happening — six square inches of fabric and a whole lot of attitude, exactly as promised. If you're there, you'll know it's me. Come find me in the crowd.

Show's tonight and I've been breaking in the outfit by dancing around my apartment instead of sleeping — if it survives me, the orchestra doesn't stand a chance. Tell me it works.

Impulse-bought tickets to Ghostly Kisses with a full orchestra on Friday and now I'm wide awake in the kitchen, eating straight from the cereal box like the responsible adult I am. Tell me you're free Friday.

Comiccon is four days out and I've picked a costume that's mostly attitude and about six square inches of fabric. Trial run is going exactly as chaotically as you'd expect. Tell me I can pull this off in public.

Found a free sculpture trail in Sainte-Foy and it's basically a forest full of giant art with nobody around. Flannel's doing very little work today. Tell me which one you'd get lost behind with me.

NOFX tribute night at L'Anti and I'm already in the bathroom mirror deciding how much of this top survives the first song. Come find me up front.

Marathon barricades go up tonight and half the downtown map turns into a runner-only zone, so I'm out burning my last stretch of open road while it's still mine. The wind's not cooling me off the way I hoped. You'd have claimed the passenger seat, right?

The Raptors are actually playing at Videotron Centre and I've already decided this jersey is the whole outfit. You're coming with me, right?