(e:mike) almost destroyed my phone over letting the demon escape from this picture. You can see her peering out the first room in the barn half of the house.

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.