Prepare for a picture-ful post, people.
Was so happy to start off the night with two of my favourite people and their new beautiful bundle.
She was clearly riveted by the entire Nuit Blanche experience. I was riveted by her in general, and had to fight the urge to steal her.
Yes, I am a bad person. Babies are my weakness.
Got to hang out with a lot of people that I haven't seen in awhile - sadly didn't get pictures of them all, but they know who they are (that is, if they're reading this. Are you? Huh?)
Our total walk was about 10km, but it seemed to take forever to get from Nathan Philip Square to the Gladstone, where we ended up. Hardly saw any exhibits or installations because the lineups were insane or we somehow missed a lot.
These things happen.
The Daniel Lanois exhibit at the square. Pretty great, we liked it. But I do have an issue.
As soon as we got there, the clips on all the huge screens (that go alone with music) were playing scenes from scary flicks. My first reaction as always? "There better NOT be any Excorcist scenes."
Of course there were. So for a few minutes, your cowardly blogfriend Kris had to stare at her shoes. Sad.
It's like my life is one long mustache party. Lookin' good, Michelle!
This was fun. They played Street Fighter with musical instruments.
Oh look, it's Masuka and his wife!
This was at the Gladstone where we were supposed to stop briefly for a beer and bit o' burlesque, before heading down to (where else?) the Rhino.
Yeah. But we kinda didn't leave the Gladstone til about 6am.
Jordan with some lovely burlesque ladies.
A blast from a few years past, Leah entertains Mike with stories. And thumbs.
I missed out on karaoke, much to my dismay, but I somehow managed to get on stage over at the burlesque side of things. Not to do burlesque, mind you. I don't like to scare people away.
Yes, I love Nikki Sixx. So?
Topped off the nuit with some delicious poutine over at the Lakeview. Poutine makes every night/early morning good.
We crashed in the back of Leah's car for about an hour, then headed on home to Niagara in the rain.
Sunday was for sleeping and general zombie-like behaviour. Can't tell if my brain is working properly yet or not.
I named the Bench 'o German Flag Colours "Schweinsteiger". It now belongs to me.
Thanks for comin' on the journey with me, people. Now go back to sleep. Please.