Burning down the countryside

God damn right it’s a beautiful day.

Oh what an eventful weekend. Things started off with some Halloween adventures, which saw some dressing up, some lack of dressing up, some spider webs, a weird Dana Carvey interlude, and a whole lot of funk. I was a funkdaphonic cowboy with weird face paint (explained in further detail on the front page, which you of course have already read). Kristine was a Scrabble tile: the letter Q — worth a whopping ten points! (Though in reality she’s worth far more). Rory was a kitty — wait, I mean, Rory was a MAN CAT. Kendall was a Fiesta; apparently fiestas trip a lot and have trouble moving great distances. Our pal Roger was a cyborg (Except when he was playing pool; then he was all business). Bryan wore a dinosaur mask for like three seconds but opted not to wear a costume for fear that it would hinder his ability to meet women. Mike Weir was the Michelin Man but unfortunately all pictures of his costume were mysteriously lost in a warehouse fire.

There are also lots of pictures from the Ward Room of our other friends and well-wishers all dolled up for the special occasion. For some reason many of the Ward Room pictures came out looking a bit foggy, as if the whole experience was a dream or perhaps a television flashback. It’s kind of cool.

We followed that up by ditching our costumes (And Kendall, for a while; sorry!) to go to the Marquee and see Broken Social Scene. They were good and it was a lot of fun. Somewhere along the walk to the bar, it became my birthday and we celebrated by continuing to walk. Once inside, however, fate intervened and they played “Mr. Jones” over the loudspeaker. I, naturally, sang at the top of my lungs and Kendall, god bless her, joined in. What an experience that is. If you haven’t ever sung “Mr. Jones” at the top of your lungs in a crowded room, I recommend it. It makes me just about as happy as I can be.

Also of note from the Marquee was FYP Tutor ANGUS JOHNSON who sat on a stool the whole time and watched the show. I took a picture of him from behind because I was afraid of him seeing me and then getting angry, asking me to explain the “Wine Dark Sea” and why Heidigger was a Nazi or whatever. Also there was a midget in a bunny suit. I sat with him for 30 minutes at a table near the back and felt like I was in a David Lynch movie.

My birthday itself was celebrated with scrambled eggs and toast, Spider-Man colouring books, a fuzzy wuzzy sheep, a CD of love and soul, Diomio’s ice cream and oh so very many pigs. Thanks very much to one Kendall Hall for all of that.

We spent the night at an excellent dinner party over at Quinpool Court. There was classy conversation, sparkling champagne, some waving and, yes, some Dream phone. The mystery boy ended up being Bruce, and he ended up with Erin Balser’s sister, Anne, who is featured on the site for the very first time. Congratulations, Anne. Try not to be jealous, Jill.

All in all, it’s been a wonderful weekend and I hope the pictures reflect that. You’re all great and deserve a myriad of hugs.

Where are the pictures, you ask? The pictures are here.

Thank you and goodnight.