Last updated on January 29th, 2013 at 01:38 pm

If you’ve never met Troy Oakley, you’re missing out on quite the experience. One day, having decided to pack his bags and move to the big, bad city of Toronto, I met him shortly thereafter, at my first tweetup in October 2010.  Since then, I’d easily put him up there as one of the most honest and straightforward people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting as of late.

So when he decided to hold a get-together to celebrate his 40th birthday, how could I not go?

In true Twitter fashion, the party came with strangers, hashtags and plenty of libations—many of these strangers unified by a love for the Toronto Maple Leafs. (In true Troy fashion, he’d arrived to his party after 7 HOURS spent in a tattoo artist’s chair getting a Leafs-related tattoo—the design’s pretty wild, though!)


#OakleyInc40Oaks, a set on Flickr.

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The party would be re-dubbed #40Oaks by the end of the night, but people came out by the droves to wish our boy Troy Oakley well wishes in STYLE for his 40th birthday.

All in all, while it was a good night for me, for Troy, I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wouldn’t have celebrated this milestone any other way.

Hope you had a good birthday, buddy. You deserved it!

–case p.

#CDCTO at the City Dance Corps Studio!

Last updated on April 3rd, 2021 at 10:07 pm

Today I survived a tweetup the likes of which I’d never experienced before—a dance class.

Organized by the wonderful Christina, CDCTO (named for its location, the City Dance Corps Dance Studio) brought about 15 Tweeples together to strut their stuff in a Beginner Hip Hop dance class. But “Beginner” or not, let’s not forget that dance is serious work! Armed with nothing but the clothes on our backs, the drinks we brought to keep us nimble—and of course, our trusty smartphones—we would go through a two-hour workout that would determine if we had what it took to keep up!

How to Juggle Events

Last updated on April 5th, 2021 at 03:15 am

You can’t be in two places at once. (Unless you’re Jamie Madrox—the Multiple Man from Marvel Comics; yes, I’m a part-geek and I love it!) I’m fortunate to live in such a large and diverse city—on any given night, I often can choose one of a few plans of what to do.

Sometimes they’re mandatory or obligatory—family, close friends and the wedding always come first—and sometimes it’s just figuring out which party I want to show my face at that night.

Even so, though it might be fun, there’s a rule or two that must be followed in order to make sure one can juggle events without pissing anybody off.

Twestival Toronto 2011

Last updated on April 22nd, 2021 at 02:13 am

Last night was insane. If you’re not a Twitter user in Toronto, you might not know that last night was Twestival Toronto 2011. To sum it up, that’s equal parts:

  • Prize giveaways;
  • Karaoke contest;
  • Intense dance party;
  • Networking session; and
  • Drunken hook-up-a-thon

The last I heard before I left is that the event raised more than $16,000 for The Remix Project! I kept up 2011’s winning streak with a GelaSkins gift card and a Twestival Toronto t-shirt as one of the first 100 in the house (which I subsequently lost on the dance floor), but eventually, I had to cut my losses and leave. Twestival Toronto 2011 taught me some important lessons:

The #ReGiftTO Unwrap-Up

Last updated on April 6th, 2021 at 08:44 pm

If you missed it, Thursday night was ReGiftTO, hosted by @clickflickca and @morningmoe. It was a good party held for the heckuvit and filled with cool tweeples (i.e. people who know each other primarily through Twitter), bangin’ beats and awesome prizes! It was conveniently located at Our House on Ossington JUST south of Dundas.

Unfortunately for me and my overconfident self, I thought it was at Ossington and COLLEGE. So, for you non-Torontonians out there, when you get off of a streetcar knowing you have to get to 214 College, but the house in front of you is 493, and you know the house numbers differ by 2 between them (and it’s snowing and cold and you have to walk uphill to school and then uphill again back home while being chased by rabid mountain goats)—you know you have quite the walk ahead of you.

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