Happy Barfday

I turned twenty one a few days ago...I'm officially an old bastard. 

I generally don't like to be the centre of attention, and I don't like people fussing and fawning over me, etc. It seems however, that no matter my protestations, people are more than happy to do some crazy things for me...

The evening started with dinner at c5 with that crazy cat, P. Located- as the name suggests- on the 5th floor of the Royal Ontario Museum's Libeskind-designed crystal, the architecture and interior design created an atmosphere worthy of the delectable food we consumed (not to mention the copious vodka/gin and sodas...). From c5 we headed across the street to the Roof Lounge at the Park Hyatt, where we met some more eccentrics and drank some more liqour. The lot of us then headed to my house on Borden, where M had assembled  a great deal of my wonderful friends. Some craziness and delicious pastries from Chabichou later, we all headed over to The Drake where- yep, you guessed it- we drank, drank, and drank some more. Booths and bottles and shit! Oh, and even my brother- the mysterious and scholarly G- made an appearance.

Although not as messy as my birthday last year (thank heavens!), I'm still not entirely sure how the night ended, but rest assured that it was awesome, and I appreciate everyone coming out and celebrating the birth of their absolute fave!