-- Meeting a group of excellent friends at C'est What.
-- Discovering the scotch menu at C'est What (Laphroaig!)
-- Watching Julie Wilson's sunburn develop, like a polaroid, over the period of a couple of hours.
-- Attending a secret "Skullfist" show and hanging out in the parking lot, drinking beer from Mark Coatsworth's Enormous Messenger Bag of Awesome
-- Mishearing the band's name and referring to them as "Skullfish" in front of some very cool metal dudes that I totally just met.
-- Attending a Metal BBQ (I didn't even know they had Metal BBQs) and watching an huge Iranian man grill lamb while smoking a cigar.
-- Playing badminton with a bunch of metal dudes, who all talked excellent trash and made fun of each other when their wrist spikes got caught in the net.
-- Seeing "Moon" and the Carleton, and then sitting around drinking coffee at the Golden Griddle so we could talk about claustrophobia, hallucinations and Windsor, Ontario.
-- Eating my very first roti from Ghandi Roti. My life (and relationship to mutter paneer) will never be the same.
-- Watching the Bruce MacDonald opus Hard Core Logo. "So don't tell us that Bucky Haight wasn't shot, 'cause we were there. We touched his stump."
-- 2:30pm breakfast at Fran's.
Labels: Booze, Family and Friends, Metal
