My memories of this party aren't so much for the time I had at it, but more for the events that took place after words.
I was to meet a friend of mine who had bailed on coming to this with me in favour of hooking up with some girl he met the week before (at a Better Days party I thinks) and doing the deed all night. He told me he would meet me at Union Station at 8am the next day, and he'd always been reliable when he would pick me up so I thought nothing of it.
To make a long story short, I wound up spending 9 hours in Union Station with $0.14 cents in my pocket, and can now say "All Aboard! Please" fluently in French.
Nothin is more tedious than a comedown on an empty stomach in Union Station. Especially when he picks me up just as my best friend was about to get off the phone and come get me and informs me that him and his "new girlfriend" had to spend the whole day getting the morning after pill. Only to figure out on the highway home back to Hamilton that I could have just hopped on the GO TRAIN and Deadheaded it home as they didn't check for tickets much on Sundays.