Boy.
Crystal came to my work to get me.
We went to Alexandria's, got some food and beer.
I told her my life stories.
She laughed.
Off to Propeller for a growler of sweet honey wheat.
We sat in my backyard, Meghan and Ala came over.
Slowly these growlers disappeared.
Over to Murder house we went, she gave me a can of Faxe.
We went to Charlie's, I had another honey wheat.
I decided to twirl in the streets, repeated, to the point of falling.
The whole backside of me was drenched in dirty pavement water.
Finally the cab came and we were off for the Dome.
Oh god, this is when things get hazy.
Two doubles right off the bat.
We danced so much, and with such attitude.
Everybody at the Dome has rhythm and shit, I got scenester dance moves.
Two more doubles.
Two more doubles.
We decided we needed breakfast, but on the way through Cheers, Enter Sandman.
More dancing, more ridiculousness.
We went to the Candy Apple, I couldn't even eat.
I had to get my shit to go.
When we walked past the Metro Center, out came my poutine from earlier.
Thank god Crystal held my hair because it wasn't pretty.
The rest of the walk home is a blur.
I eventually made it to my house and passed out.
I awoke to Hoolia trying to get the net.
Laundry, finally.
Some food at Cousin's and a pitcher of water later, I'm feeling alright.
Rocking 4 Dollars should be a riot.
Oh yeah, I'm such a fucking pussy.