022: Zedong Thought

I was ready to go all Columbine on Friday, but that ended up not happening. Instead, Steph and I linked up, rolled by a few art gallery parties and a house party. Leather jackets and bikes.
Actually, I got hit in the leg by a skateboard on the run and looked like a total ass. No boys would talk to me. It was sad times.

So, biking down Queen St. past CAMH, passing the can of PBR... a new sport is born. Hipster relay.

wooowo cold beer

After party #3 (5 for some), Steph, Britt and I need to mash back some Chinese food. Lucky Dragon gets hit up and we bitches get fed.

Hot, Sour and Delicious.




This was the first dish to arrive. It was lemon-chicken style tofu or something. Best thing I could taste at 2am.


This one was the Vegetarian Delight. I'm usually a big garlic fangirl but I couldn't handle this. It remained largely uneaten, save for the baby corn.


Hoff closing in on the Vegetarian Goose. Who names this shit? It was blantantly not a goose, just little cubes dressed a la General Tao. Mmmmm broccoli.


Closer?


Dow reaching in for the goose. Gooses! Geeses! I want my geese to lay gold eggs for Easter!


I have to say, one of the things I like best about Chinese dining is how it applies Maoist principals. Maybe I'm completely off base here, but have you ever seen a group of people get this food and each have a dish to themselves? It would be so wrong! They bring out the commie in everyone and its a magical thing.


Also, Dow chugging Hot&Sour was hilarity.

"I CAN'T EVEN SEE RIGHT NOW."