TORONTO HELLOWEEN OF HORROR & POWER
3/4 of The Setbacks descend from the halls of
ROCK POWER, onto Ontario's biggest city.

November 1st, 2003

I just got home from the longest day of my life in Toronto, which happened to feel like a week. The Setbacks, with the exception of Paul, who was at home handing out fruits with razorblades in them, took the 401 to the great ville d'Toronto. No show, no nothing....except different things to do during the day in the GTA, and our friend Paul Pattison's Halloween party on Dalton Street, which is quite possibly the most difficult street on earth to find.
I arrived to the party, very cheaply dressed as a priest. I literally wore a Jeepers Creepers hat, a black shirt, and cut out a paper collar. Some dude asked me if I was Columbo, and another dude asked me if I was quaker.
I said no, I'm a priest, and realized that I had the most uninvolved costume there, with the exception of a guy who was the space shuttle, and another guy who came dressed in semi hip-hop clothes, and a Che Guevara hat which all the skaters don now-a-days....Trevor got in his face and asked him if he was a Socialist Runner....he said no. The guy look at Trev, and wondered what he was...

Steve and Trevor dressed as 80's prom limo accidents, which had me in stitches for a while. Steve can actually wear 80's short arch pants, and penny loafers and look like he just stepped out of the Delorean. Trevor's ensemble of a way too small shirt/tie/jacket combo had him looking like a dead version of one of those city bus inspectors who get free rides and accost rap kids at bus stations for no reason. Both costumes were augmented with gores of blood and cuts. Cool.
Their respective girlfriends and fellow friends were also dressed as dead dates, complete with 80's do's, and don't's.
This was a cool party. I noticed that Amanda the VJ from MuchMusic showed up. She is way hotter in person than on the televizzle. Most guys at the event noticed that her ass was so tight that you could probably fry up a steak and eggs dinner on it. Money. I was thinking that that other horse faced VJ chick with the multi colored hair would show up, but luckily she did not.
Trevor and I began walking up to people and doing our best Anne Ramsay impressions. We shouted "OWEN! Get me a cola!" and "You don't have a cousin!" at the top of our lungs in peoples ears...mimicking the lovable living gargoyle that we all came to love as Mama Fratelli in The Goonies.

R.I.P. Anne Ramsay on this chillified Helloween.

We drank from a keg, chatted, and met many a cool person. Trevor, who usually doesn't sip a single drink when social, got a little tipsy, and we ended up jetting the party at around 1:45 with some others, and going down to James Joyce, the local pub, right down the street to get some more beer. We downed a few. Trevor's slurs were getting more apparent, and I knew that he would either begin giving "life lessons" or would severely talk it up given the opportunity. We left the bar with our comrades, and I immediately wanted to get him in front of some bystanders or strangers to hear him go on a rant. We were successful in meeting some seductively dressed women at the corner of Bloor and Dalton, and Trevor ripped into them just on cue.
"What the fuck are you?, said Trevor Kealey of The Setbacks.
The woman began asking what he thought she was, in the funniest semi fake british accent I'm certain we've both ever heard.
Trevor immediately interjected...
"That is the worst fucking accent I've ever heard."
I told her that I thought she was Tina Turner, and she glanced at me funny.
"Tina Turner is black..", she said.
"Oh Yeah!", I said.
"No shit Sherlock...", Trevor said.
She said that she was Uma Thurman from Pulp Fiction.
"Whatever. All you have is a wig! That accent is fake!", said Trevor. He then did a Gregory Hines style 180 tap dance turn, and began walking away.
We walked back to the house, and Trevor started going into his usual funny business. I vow to bring a tape recorder next time he's drunk, because I think I could market it as a comedy book on tape.
We took off in different directions, and I ended up leaving a little early after picking up our buddy Brett. We made the usual stop at Arby's in Kingston, and ate Beef'n'Cheddars with les frites curlies.
All in all, a fun Halloween for your favourite band.

by:
chris