OK, let's not make any weed jokes. If there was pizza delivered to Yonge-Dundas Square during 420 celebrations, I didn't see it. That's probably because I'm the type of smoker who'd have a full-on panic attack if packed shoulder-to-shoulder in a public space while media types snapped away. Chalk it up to my lingering political ambitions. That could still happen, by the way — I'm actually quite cunning and charismatic — messy archive of my former life as it may be. And besides, our current mayor has proven that it's possible to use such things to one's advantage anyway.

So how was 420 in Toronto for the less paranoia-riddled? Well, in terms of numbers, the event was on par with previous years. Alas, the smoke-quotient was decidedly less potent. There was no open-air hotbox on offer, despite the promises I made to my photographer. Oh well, I suppose a few people got high. Let's chalk up the lack of plume to the wind.

This is what it all looked like.

PHOTOS

Photos by Irina No