The Day After

Last night Terri and I had our own private pub crawl - starting at 5:00 at the B&B (2), continuing on to the sushi restaurant for dinner (1), then on to The Wooden Monkey for dessert (1.5) and then finally to some random Rod Stewart-pumping bar on Argyle (1). We walked stumbled through the cold, took the free ferry with the other fur-coated/drunken Dartmouth-goers, steered clear of the masses at Grand Parade (and the rest of the local violence - yikes!) and ultimately collapsed in bed in time to see the fireworks on the television with Mayor Kelly and Jason Baxter.

Now... tired, and moreso after a long breakfast of small talk with not-so-interesting strangers at the B&B. My liver is apparently out of practice.

Stay tuned for the photo footage.

EDIT: Here we go.

Getting started.

Still classy.

Off the rails.