Happy Canada Day, eh?

Last night was quite possibly one of the best nights of my life. I could be exaggerating, but I don't really think so. We started off downtown at the Jazzfest free stage to catch some of the Hot Rod Hullabaloo boys, and then stopped by the Black Duck for a cocktail. Tried to go to Ryly's for a heavy metal show, but damn they wanted a lot of money to stay there. Then we tried to go to Alley Katz (news update: it's been foreclosed upon. What the fuck are we gonna do?) but it was dark so Jenn says "hey, ever been to Partner's Bar and Grill?". In we go and holy canoli what a great bar. Chatted with the owner and put our names in for free trips to Vegas and played pool with the locals in the corner. Had a great time getting our asses kicked, and then got invited by the gang back to old man Ray's place in McNab Park for a little party. Turns out they're all family, aunts and sisters and step-dads and brothers and holy shit it was so much fun. Ray got out the guitar and we sang old country tunes till the sun came up. What a totally welcoming and fantastic family. Complete with a lesbian couple and 2 flamboyantly gay brothers (one of whom wanted really badly to paint my toenails because my toes are apparently "absolutely adorable"). And see? That's what I mean when I say "get me the fuck outta Briarwood". Go McNab Park, go.

(oh yah, in other news, my car won't start for the 2nd day in a row, and now my battery is dead from trying, and someone knocked down my fence in the backyard. Boo to both.)