St. Paddy's Day

After an early group meeting with the Sara(h)s and Jess, and an attempt at getting into Bomber at noon, Waltho, McQueen and I went for green drinks at Eastside's, before I selflessly volunteered to take one for the team and go to 444. Boy was it worth it. The Imprint was especially good that week. Nap time before the festivities that night...

St. Paddy's Day was brought to you by the letter A, for Aasthaa, and by the number 17.

The festive hostesses, Aliya and Aasthaa.

Bev and I chillin out.

Derrick's green suit (that sometimes looked brown, depending on the lighting) deserved an honourable mention and display of some sort.

Liyan and I.

Pauley, Dan and Karim enjoying the privacy of Mike's room a little too much. What were you boys doing in there, hmmm??

Oh, a little insight, a little revelation.. a short chat, and it was off to Bomber. A super empty Bomber, that is. I've never seen it so dead. Another offer and an even faster decline of movie-watching, cause I had watched too many movies over the last 3 weeks. And they are trouble.

And from here on in starts the downward spiral. Boy, was that MSN name so right. On so many levels and for so many people for so many different reasons. It was generic. Universal.