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I woke up Monday pretty hungover. My roommate had President’s Day off; I did not but of course I don’t need to be at work first thing in the morning. And with our opposite schedules and my weekend travels, I hadn’t seen much of him. So on Sunday night we decided to go out as if it was a Saturday.

Of course for me, it was still Sunday. And I was reminded of that Monday morning… OK, afternoon. I checked my phone, gathered a few belongings and made my way out the door so I could run a few errands. Before I left, I grabbed the jeans from the previous night so I could retrieve my wallet.

It wasn’t there.

As I began retracing my steps from Sunday night, I remembered something: when I first looked at my phone, there was a missed call from Soho House. I definitely didn’t end up there; my hazy evening was contained to our apartment and the East Village. So why did Soho House call me? Did someone find my wallet and attempt to use my membership card? Did my Uber see the wallet in the backseat and return it there?

I called the front desk but none of the staff working at the moment were there the following night and no notes were left. The missed call was chalked up to a mistake.

Something didn’t seem right about this but I continued on with my day as best I could; thank goodness for phone apps, mobile pay and a couple of friends. By about 4 pm though, nothing panned out, so I began the process of replacing cards that were in the wallet. I emailed our HR representative for a new building swipe tag and then emailed Soho House to inform them that I would need my membership card replaced.

I think that email jogged someone’s memory. At about 5 pm I received a voicemail from Soho House. A woman named Dolores had been calling since last night claiming she found my wallet and wanted to return it. The person left her number and advised me to get in touch with her as soon as possible.

Turns out Dolores works the night shift around the corner from my apartment at a hotel. She was walking to work Sunday night and happened to look down at the intersection where I live; there was my wallet on the ground. She saw my Driver’s License and the Soho House card and went to work.

After my show Monday night, I went to the hotel and met Dolores, and boy did she lay in to me (and with good reason). She interrogated me as to what I was doing the night before and gave a stern warning to be more careful with my belongings.

If you’re wondering, yes I did reward Dolores for her good deed.

Sure, it’s nice to have my wallet. But it’s nicer to know that there are still kind, genuine people in the world like Dolores. I hope you get a chance to meet someone like her too, but hopefully under better circumstances.

I love how the weekend after I visited Toronto, Drake just drops two songs out of nowhere!

Anyways, I was listening to his album “More Life” as my plane made the descent in to Pearson International Airport. After a quick trip through Customs and to the Uber pick-up area, I hopped in an “Uber Select” (nicer than X but not as nice as Black) and headed 20 minutes towards downtown.

I was in Toronto last weekend because of my cousin Shawn. He’s a shooting guard on amateur basketball team called Healthy Buffalo and a couple times throughout the season they play on a NBA court, typically Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland or Air Canada Centre in Toronto. When I was home for Thanksgiving, Shawn and his older brother Chris told me about the Canada date and asked if I was interested in attending. I booked my flight a few weeks later.

Thanks to my plane taxiing on the runway for an hour, Chris (along with his wife, sister-and-law and two kids) and Shawn beat me to the hotel. I met them there, dropped off my bags and we left for the ACC. It was certainly different watching basketball in a nearly-empty, half-lit arena, not to mention it was my first time in this particular venue. Still, it was awesome to see Shawn ballin’ on the same court where later in the evening the Raptors would be taking on Steph Curry, Kevin Durant and the Warriors.

Shawn played great and his team won the round-robin tournament.

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After a late lunch and a quick nap, the three men headed back to the arena for the game. Chris and Shawn had 100 level seats; I was late to the party so I ended up with a seat in 317 that I sat in for player introductions and the first quarter. I spent the rest of the evening in an area called the Draught Deck – full bar, tons of seating and multiple TVs to watch both the game on the court and other sports (Patriots/Titans were on as well).

Oh, then there was the Coors Light virtual reality game that I figured it was necessary to partake in.

Golden State edged out Toronto, I almost drank the arena out of Crown and the three of us headed across the street to this fantastic sports bar called Real Sports. More Crown (for me at least), some appetizers and a check later and we retired to the hotel room.

Rather, Chris and Shawn retired. I had made arrangements to check out Soho House Toronto and I didn’t want to flake on that. Obviously what happens there isn’t for public consumption but I had a great time. The nightcap to the nightcap took place at Cactus Club Café before I wrapped the night in the fashion that every great Canadian night should end.

Poutine, of course.

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Sunday I drove with my family home to see the parents, get one last taste of my Mom’s homecooking and grab a few things I left over the holidays. I flew back early Monday morning, knowingly dreaming of that poutine and unknowingly awaiting new music from Drake.