Forever Young.

A weekend where I re-captured my youth by ingesting letters of the alphabet, two nights in a row. Seemed like such a brilliant idea at the time, but in (the oh-my-god-i-can't-believe-i-feel-like-this) reality? Not so much. But then again, that's the beauty of hindsight, isn't it? Hopefully, this will be a lesson well-learned. But somehow I feel, as per usual, I'm going to receive a big, fat, red, capital "F"...

Friday night - complete with requisite draped hooded getup - I ventured well outside my geographic comfort zone to the KoolHaus, to witness this:



Then onto Saturday - where after what seemed like a blink of rest - (and a massive endurance of Chinese brunch with the 'rents) - I tackled Toronto's annual, all night art-fest: Nuit Blanche. I fully intended to make this year's excursion less about the party and more about the "art" - and for the most part I succeeded. My barometer of success?? I actually made it East of Bathurst for once! But yet, eventually, it ended up being about the party after all; the adage "...an old dog, new tricks" - well you can surmise the rest...

Quote of the night? "I'm here with XXXXX and I'm going to deliver babies on his doorstep - that's my art installation..." (thanks J.)