Twenty One

Friday night at the W was quite successful, many vodka waters were had, and many tumbles were taken. Tumbles off of cushioned chairs, marble tables and taxi cabs. I couldn't see, and i vomited in marc's tomato plants. However, it was amazing and will be talked about for awhile. Blake is in town, so him and meg came out. (drunk meg, who i haven't seen in awhile, came out at the end of the night, causing her to leave a little early). Rae and I (Minus the third line to our triangle) met up with Jason and it was chaos from there. (Chaos in the sense of my parents would be very disappointed in my brother and I) I feel a little embarassed on how sloppy we were. I usually rip girls apart that are like that.

Saturday night was the most pathetic night of my entire life. Everyone had somewhere to go and Rae and I sat in her living room eating chips and dip listening to Rihanna on repeat. Then finally we went to meet up with Mikey at Bif Tec, but that sucked so we went to B Side in attempts to find found, but found nothing but fat girls. It didn't help that we were beyond tired and still hungover either.

Sunday was Andrew's return to Montreal. There were signs, apple pies, bike lessons, happy birthdays and cruises down montrea's busiest streets involved. I'm really happy he'e back, it seriously did feel like something was missing all weekend; but now something is going to be missing most of the week. Rae is going back home for a few days, so now it's just me and Andrew.

I'm not ready for it to be Monday, nor am I prepared to work on a day like today. It's gorgeous outside, and i sort of wish i hadn't taken advantage of yesterday's beautiful weather. As soon as work is out, i'm sitting outside.