The music was pretty great. We danced our asses off. Also had a delicious buffalo chicken sandwich and sweet potato fries. I wanted to get a pic but my hands were so greasy.

For people of a certain age living in Toronto, the city of Buffalo once had a special aura. When I was a teenager in the 1940s Toronto was a capital of Puritanism and even movies were banned on Sundays. Buffalo shone like the gleaming promise of freedom, just over the US border. On a weekend when I was 13 three friends and I went there by bus, stayed in a hotel, drank one or two beers each, watched a strip show in a theatre and went home to tell our stories, arousing the envy of our less adventurous contemporaries.

It was a crazy evening. We met a lot of people and ended up at a Rochester/Buffalo party. Sadly the entire weekend is now scheduled for down pour and rain.

On the way home from the wedding we stopped at Letchworth for a swim and to show (e:Terry)'s mom the wonders of the park. Was a great end to a great weekend.