Party monger.

Dearest Comrade Planners, Comrade Friends, Comrade Comrades: A Call to Arms.

Do you recall my previous visit to the great metropolis of Toronto town fresh from the hills of Greece and reeking of goats and feta covered olives? Do you recall the time I asked you all to grace the collective of “planners and friends” with your presences and beautiful faces? Well, the time has once again come where we descend upon an establishment of choice and supplant all authority which our sobriety may hold as we all try in earnesdt not to be kicked out before last call sends us on our singular ways once again.

This is a rally cry to attack the bastions of the Green Room at #296 Brunswick St on the 29th of December. This is a Friday. Comrades, you have no excuse to be absent.

The heydays of our schooling may have passed but we have discovered the ins and outs of life are only as complicated and mature as we allow them to be – and that is pretty much not at all. So consider this revolution - this celebration of our awareness of immaturity - to be our very real stab into the eye of that conformity that would make us drudge through our 9-5 lives and ruin the very lapels of our happiness tuxedos with tears of conformity.

To wit: on the evening of the 29th of December we shall be merry, we shall be cordial, we shall be drunk and we shall most definitely congregate at the Greenroom as the following information superhighway marker would indicate http://www.toronto.com/bars_clubs/listing/000-100-233.