People I've met in Toronto - Mitchell

A day in the park throwing a frisbee around while drinking a beer is something special. Some Q-tip on the iPod speakers adds that extra funk to an event which should be yours - yet all of a sudden it becomes...everyone's. A day well spent getting some well needed sun can quickly devolve into a mission greater than finding drinking water in Sydney Harbour...

His name is Mitchell, approximate age 22, current roommate of my mate called Zev.

He brought his road bike down, drank some beer, and threw a mad frisbee with us at Trinity Bellwood park (google it).

Everything went swimmingly, i thought this guy is the sort of guy you would love to be roomed with - cool, chillin, and with that extra splash of leather wristband on that says - i may be living downtown, but my heart is with the bohemians.

Fast forward 2 hours...

After a long drunken deliberation about whether to indulge ourselves on this particularly warm night in Canada, we decided to do what any park-drunk person would do - get some food and then go and hit up the town.

Little did me and Zev know, this seemingly cool dude would end up killing our night.

How did he kill it, El?

By being a stupid ass Canadian with no ability to interpret the most identifiable signals from both of us.

Please deliberate...

Picture this:

Me and Zev are talking to a group of people, telling them all about Melbourne and how it's the coolest city ever (sorry Gosford, you just missed out). All of a sudden Old Mate literally stand there without identifying himself and scares everyone else off with his inability to:

a) join the conversation

b) bring anything to the conversation

c) stare with dead eyes at the girls in the group

A quick look between me and Zev.

His eyes apologise.

I accept.

Our night is over.

Thanks Mitchell. Now we all look like weirdos.

Best of luck with that creepy smile and Brandon Walsh haircut (google it).

Rating: 2 stars