Did anyone else ride with the party animals on the metro this morning or was I still dreaming? I was just allowing myself to really feel cranky about the -30 windchill, when a group of young people with balloons and music got on the train. Quite tentative at first one girl asked me if I'd like a juice. I said sure. She explained they were holding a party because the metro was one of the few places where so many people were gathered together who never "got together." I "partied" with them for one stop, not quite swinging from the poles, but I did come away with a juice, granola bar and a smile. Who were these unmasked Montreal morning people? I don't know. I was partying too hard to get their names. Subverting metro monotony. Yahoo. Party!