Weakerthans and Metric at U of T

I arrived home from work at 4:30. After screaming greetings to the empty house, I noticed the note on the kitchen table:

"Trixie -
Weakerthans
&
Metric
meet at the time capsule (St. George
& Harbord, lawn of Robarts library)
at 4:15 xox F"

Phone calls to cellphones, consultations to maps, and the subway back to work to retrieve my forgotten wallet. Then, yea!, then L and I made our way to Robarts. [Please note: I have never attended U of T, and all of my wanderings have been late night and blatantly illegal.] Then of course the discovery that there was not, and will never be, a concert at Robarts.

Further investigation (mostly just listening for the noise) led us to the field next to Hart House.

Apparently we had missed the Weakerthans ("they were weak") and arrived just in time to listen to college radio for two and a half hours.

I was slightly amused for an hour, less amused for another, and reading for the final half. We had begun launch sequence to return home when the Metric bus appeared, but were too far into the checklist to abort.

We were still cleaning up our garbage when chicky took the stage and started shaking her hair around in time to the drums with absolutely no stage presence whatsoever.

In conclusion, you get what you pay for, especially at U of T concerts sponsored by Travel Cuts.

At least I made a dollar selling cigarettes to college kids.