St. Patrick's Day

Light is brighter, days are longer. Spring is coming (slowly). While those of you down south are celebrating the return of 15C, we here are celebrating the return of balmy -20C. How are we celebrating? St. Patrick's day.

St. Pats day in yellowknife involves attendance at the only 'traditional' pub in town - the Black Knight - which is conventiently located accross the street from my apartment. That's where it begins anyway. Like most good nights it progressed to the Raven (aka dirty bird) and to the leisure cafe where, as always, some of the most interesting people made an appearance.

Here's your pics:

The Knight.

Leisure Cafe. Note the number of layers and belly size of Mr. Purple. No idea who these guys are.
The Loch Ness monster visited the table at the cafe.
Imagine these turned right way up and consider they have been in this heated glass prison for all eternity - now doesnt that sound good?

The end of my combo B and the night.
Earlier at the Knight.

My menu is an aeroplane.
Heater and airconditioner unit. Paradoxism.



Thats enough.