toot! toot! thanks google image search!

Following this, the pong paddle went on a mission to destroy Atari headquarters.

What's that behind Lohan? Is it a gigantic gong, or the world's largest moon?

excuse me?? Lindsay Lohan was drinking out of Dear Stanley? i'm not sure that's acceptable. what does she know of hockey?



this guy, however, ... well, he knows a thing or two about hockey.

DO YOU COME WITH THE CUP? LOLZ KIDDING I DON'T CARE
(photographer forgot to put in the notes that she was drinking JD out of the cup moments before)

oh, hey, in case anyone is ever curious, vanilla ice cream tastes most delicious with strawberries, fresh cherries and a healthy dose of Grand Marnier. mmm!


i am so going to become a lush!

well, no kicking... or screaming, for that matter, just a whole lot of resistance to the pushing and shoving, a mite of claustrophobia and the questioning of a policeman as to when we could cross the road... but, we did manage to run into a bunch of crazy hooligans that i can only assume were juiced up on Oilers-euphoria and general Whyte-hype... eh, Tom?


and then a whole lot of high-five-ing on the opposite (left??) side of the ave for the walk back. quite entertaining if you ask me. all those crazy kids... (who takes their five-year-old out at midnight for a couple hours of high-fives??) i'm glad i saw it, but i sort-of wish i'd seen the crazier pre-cop-crackdown street party instead. anyway... gooooooo Oilers!

As of last night I have a Mike Winters original piece of Fernando Pisani artwork displayed so that it's the first thing you see when you walk in the house. If that's not good luck, I don't know what is.

Plus, last night the band I saw was apparently fronted by Fernando Pisani's cousin...

and THEY were awesome too!!! Go see The Difference if you ever get the chance. What a killer band. They're playing their second show on the 2nd.

That last sentence sounded weird.

Kicking and sceaming would be my guess.

Yeah, we made it out alright. We lost sight of you guys after a bit (!) and eventually decided it wasn't worth it to keep going and turned around. We even cut over to 81st and around Hudson's to see if you'd made it through, but there was no sign. So we walked back along 81st. to Al's car as the roar of Whyte echoed off the buildings.

How did you guys make it out of the mob?