It's finally Friday! Even though my workload has been super slack it's nice to know I can sleep in tomorrow. Since my blogging is behind I'll just say school went well, to avoid having to edit something you'll skim anyways. I get home do some stuff yada yada make dinner yada yada - off to pre-drink. With the meeting place being one subway stop away I decide to walk over. With the money I saved I bought a bottle of Sojo, it wasn't the last. Once our collection of 20 or so NETs had arrived and purchased their drinks of choice we traveled over to an apartment. And that's where I saw her. A big, white, transformer: hello fully functional PS3! In celebration of this and the end of the week everyone got wasted. How wasted you ask? Andrew WK headbanging wasted. When someone pointed out it was midnight we all decided to leave. From here on life becomes blurry. The group travels to a renowned Ex-Pat bar where there's an Open Mic night, I only assume this because the band wasn't very good. I had a beer then apparently went home; its times like these in my life where I wish I was on reality TV, with a camera crew on me 24/7. I'd always know what happens on those nights that simply evaporate from my memory.
Sidebar:
As a matter of fact, I desperately
need constant surveillance. I'm
always losing things, forgetting
about important events and ignoring
very relevant information. but if
everything I do is recorded...
I can just watch it all later. Is this
laziess or narcissism? New life goal
set, and in motion.
Yet of course there are some nights where things are better left alone like Twilight in general. To ensure you I turned out okay, I awoke the following day with no visible scars or tattoos on my body.
"Here's to the nights we'll never remember with the friends we'll never forget."
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