I had never been before because I'm a horrible Torontonian. And it was awesome. For many different reasons, I'm happy for good memories from this night.
Brought a posse of hilarity - good times were had by all.
And eating with my bare hands? I do that anyway. This time no one judged me. That's a win, folks.
That's some pomp and ceremony right there.
My chicken. Delicious hand-held chicken.
All bowls should have handles because eff spoons. That's why.
This was the Daisy of horses.
Seriously. Look at it. It's my dog, but a horse. And yes, that does make sense.
PS - I now suddenly love horses and am wondering if they're allowed in my apartment. And will they eat dog food?
These beers were bigger than my head. I have a large head.
I now have both glasses in my kitchen, with no cupboard that can fit 'em. These are problems.
We are frightened and disgusted. And frighteningly disgusting.
The posse of hilarity. Photos are out of order, but you didn't know that.
One is the loneliest number.
Unless you just kicked the other guy's ass with some weaponry. Huzzah.
"Do you bite your thumb at me, sir?"
Red & yellow wins!
Of course. It was my section. My section doth not lose, m'lords.
Anna is a wench.
The bestest wench in the west, in fact.