Our dirt bikes bring all the boys to the yard. Damn right, they're better than yours.

Sunday, May 08, 2005

the future is just over there to the left.

Ah, New Year's 2005 at the old Garneau Pub, before pretty much everyone we knew got jobs and moved to Toronto in the next couple months. (With the exception of one, who moved to Medicine Hat.) If you've never been to the Garneau, it's a ten-table smoke chamber just off Whyte Ave, featuring two pool tables and matching twin hunched Greek owners who hobble to and fro grabbing the asses of their employees and occasionally hosting mob meetings in the adjacent and never-actually-eaten-in restaurant, Plato's Pizza. Which makes awesome pizza.

Anyhow, here's Kristine and I, for the sake of reference. I'm the one who's not a girl (or, if you can't tell, the one wearing a tie). Zoom!


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