Long day's journey into something

It's been a really long day. Duncan wanted to go into Toronto for the Dyke March. He said it was an important cultural event that he should see to understand a part of Canadian society.
"No, you just want to look at topless women," I said. Duncan didn't argue about that, and pointed out that he also wanted to go see his friends at the squat.
We met Enid and her boyfriend at the corner of Yonge and Isabella and settled in for the parade. Enid's boyfriend insisted on filming it, but he was only one of an army of guys filming, photographing, or recording the parade. Afterwards Duncan mentioned that he wanted to go to the squat with some toilet paper, and Enid's boyfriend said that he had a Costco card and a car and that it would be a great opportunity to get some interesting footage. We bought a lot of toilet paper and then Duncan tried to remember how to get to the squat. Luckily Bambi was at the corner with her squeegie when we were really lost, and directed us to the right place. Squeegiing topless gives you an even tan, I guess. Duncan hadn't mentioned exactly how rough the squat was: Enid's boyfriend thought better of filming, for one thing. Duncan dropped off the toilet paper, said hello to the people he knew, and said a slightly lingering goodbye to Bambi.
There was a cricket event going on in Sunnybrook Park in the evening, so Duncan and Enid's boyfriend went to it while Enid and I browsed records at Sonic Boom and then waited at the Second Cup at Bloor and Lippincott for them to come back. After that, Duncan and I went back to Milborough and went home.