Alcoholic fun last night didn't end in any trouble. Looks like I'm back up to my usual standards. Jess, Aprile, and I got pretty apathetic and decided to get food from Jun Jun and watch tv instead of going to the Embassy. Six tall cans and a fat joint later, Strimas showed up and we left a half-concious Jess on the couch and decided to attempt the Embassy. At 1 o'clock in the morning.
Went to the convenience store for cash and ran into Mikkelson of all people who had been drinking all night at her guitarist's new restaurant/bar in Kensington Market, so we followed her there instead.
[Aside: Ty's place is called Ronnie's - it's one street above Baldwin on the west side of Augusta. He's a really great fucking cook. Go and give him all your money.]
Ended up crashing at Strimey's and meeting up with Jess and Tristan back in the market for 'breakfast'. There is nothing I love more than a dirty breakfast after a night of boozing and sleeping on other people's couches. Then I drank a bucket of coffee, smoked 4 cigs, and headed home to crash again. I need a shower like nobody's business. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe.
Went to the convenience store for cash and ran into Mikkelson of all people who had been drinking all night at her guitarist's new restaurant/bar in Kensington Market, so we followed her there instead.
[Aside: Ty's place is called Ronnie's - it's one street above Baldwin on the west side of Augusta. He's a really great fucking cook. Go and give him all your money.]
Ended up crashing at Strimey's and meeting up with Jess and Tristan back in the market for 'breakfast'. There is nothing I love more than a dirty breakfast after a night of boozing and sleeping on other people's couches. Then I drank a bucket of coffee, smoked 4 cigs, and headed home to crash again. I need a shower like nobody's business. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe.
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