Naked Serendipity in Toronto

I was in Toronto last weekend for the annual Ontario Regional Contact Improv Jam, and then I took the train to Philadelphia. I was supposed to make the trip Monday but I was a little too fuzzy getting to the station and missed my train by a couple of minutes. But…

Reason #231 that trains are awesome:  Amtrak charges nothing to reschedule a reservation, even if you’ve already missed your train. 0 dollars and 0 cents. (Even in Canadian dollars.) You can alternatively get a travel voucher for the full amount you spent, or even a refund if you prefer, minus 10% I believe.

It also turned out to be a fantastically serendipitous mistake. I contacted a few people I met at the jam to find out if I could stay with one of them for an extra night, and I ended up getting invited to a “sauna night” at the house of a wonderful human named Jeff, which was basically a naked cuddle party with a few dozen people of all ages, races, and genders, most of whom get together for this experience every Monday night in Toronto. It was an amazingly beautiful scene, full of diversity, acceptance, tolerance, and love of human contact. And, of course, naked cuddling in every cranny. It had Fuzzy all over it. Why doesn’t this kind of thing happen everywhere?

Here are a couple of pictures from the jam:

Pictures from naked cuddling are not to be had, alas, but here is the note I left for Jeff, who hosts it every week:

(It says, “I want to be you when I grow up.”)

More pictures from Toronto: