Nuit Blah? There's always hope.

Here we go again: It's Nuit Blanche time, and I can't tell you how thrilled I'll be to be riding around the entire city on my bike in the freezing cold, battling crowds, dodging vomit, avoiding rampant product promotion and generally searching for somethign to justify the entire experience. Inevitably, there's something out there that perks up my spirits, but at this end of the 12-hour tunnel with no light in sight, it's a little hard to see just now. 

Anyway, my usual game of darts in choosing worthwhile experiences at Nuit Blanche without having had any opportunity to see them first (of course) is in the paper today, with a little companion piece about what I've learned in my many multiple overnighters of the past few years. As ever, I'll be tapping away at the keyboard, bleary-eyed, on Sunday, to tell you what I saw. I'm sure you can't wait. 

If you're out there in the early part of the evening (8 - 10 or so), drop by Queen and Gladstone, where I'll be partnering with my TAAC pals for a reprise of our event of last year, Speed Art Criticism. Bring some stuff, we'll talk. Or don't bring anything. We can still talk. It'd be nice to see you. Most of you, at least. 

And above all, stay warm. The night can be a cold, cold place. 

 

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[L.M.]

Did anyone cry?

Oh wait, that would have been me crying, but I didn't make it. You certainly dodged a bullet.

[Murray Whyte]

I cried. I always do at this things. Especially when bullet-dodging is required.