saddy mcgee

the scene was straight out of a teen movie-though seth green was nowhere to be seen-small house, about twice as many kids present that could physically fit inside of it, 3 bands, 3 kegs, and a whole lot of defeated expectations. Trevor's party was just too good to be true ultimately, and though some who got in early apparently had a good time, much of the huddled 20hz masses (and assorted strangers from all over) took one look, turned around, and blasted off!

and st. patrick's is a tough night too, as I found out last year in new york with the army of police officers (on duty, very sober), your options are limited by the gangs of clubbers temporarily enthused with the idea of a pub!

so through some dumbass idea of my own, we ended up at a loud and pretentious place, which pretty much was the least irish place you could be in town last night.

bothered by pricy drinks and the reviled mandatory coat check we booted.

the night's best moments were ttc related.

on the way down spadina the streetcar driver encouraged us to 'take our empties with us', and 'ash our cigarettes out the window' as he had 'just had the seats reupholstered'. he also noted he was 'paid the same' whether we 'paid our fares or not'. awesome.

at my subway station? my most authentic st. paddy's moment: a sizeable pool of green vomit waiting for me on the platform just as I stepped off.