Happy birthday, everyone

Last week was something of an exercise in sleep deprivation: A seminar presentation (on theory of mind and the false-belief task) on Tuesday. Fifty-five undergraduate mid-term tests to mark & hand back for Wednesday and Thursday. On Friday, SSHRC applications were due, and so was a 2000-word essay (on Gilbert Harman's moral relativism). By Friday afternoon after class, I'd had about 8 hours' sleep in three days, so I took a nap and then decided some drinking was in order.

As it happened, half the city was celebrating birthdays Friday night. First up was Paul's party at the Chelsea Room, which was full of people from DOSE (where Paul works) drinking swanky cocktails. I had a raspberry mojito and a really tasty apple concoction involving Calvados and ginger juice, and then some of us proceeded to the Canadian Corps Veterans' Club, where there was a mass birthday party for five different people, including Leslie's roommate Angela. That's right: a big hipster party in a veterans' club, on Remembrance Day. Drinking at the Veterans' Club was a lot cheaper than at the Chelsea Room, and the setup was decidedly no-frills: the fellow behind the bar sold you a shot for $3, then you added your own mixer from the taps in front.


Carl was there, and Mo, Julie, Margaux, and Jim, who snagged the bar's last Molson Stock Ale. The room was decorated with flags, trophies and portraits of the Queen. A girl jumped up on a table and started dancing, kicking people's drinks over. One of the people having a birthday looked exactly like Nick Cave.

The veterans turned on the painfully bright overhead lights around 2, and I went to a small afterparty and was there until 5. Still tired today, but damn, it was good to finally get out and see people again. A few more pics here.