Last nyght in towne (does that seem old-timey enough?)
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Last night was this ol' gal's last night o' glory in Ye Olde Londontowne. Went over to Matty and Laureen's place, it was me, Dave, Jordan, Matt (other Matt), Julie, Brandon, Brandon's friend Eileen, and Michelle and Mike. It was really fun getting the chance to hang out with everyone since the above-mentioned are a good majority of my favourite people in this area. No arseholes, just good times, hilarious friends, good weed, lighting Matty's pants on fire, playing with the pup, and plenty of vodka & beer. Oh and night-time backyard camping chair hangouts, which are the best, obv. I had such a fun night, and I was super pumped that Michelle and Mike came out, since they're completely separate friends of mine from the friends we were hanging out with, but I shoulda known - Michelle is a gem of a treasure who gets along famously with most people. :)
I think I am going to miss her the most. Sighfuffle. Apparently she has a going-away gift for moi, which is totally cute. I guess she made me a MIXED CD (!!!) of all old London punk bands. What a thoughtful dame!
Anyhow, I got nice and toasted (to make matters worse [?], Michelle brought a third of a bottle of Zubrowvka vodka for shots [ahh! My bane! Or not.], which is sort of an inside joke between us, but long story short, I HATE it straight but it has a very pleasant after-taste that is just tongue-ticklingly deeeelightful) and it was the perfect last night in town.
Somehow I woke up at 8am and have just been bright-eyed and bushy-tailed all morning, hangover-free and ready to blow this popsicle stand. The birds are chirpin', the crackheads are outside quoting Fred Flintstone, and I am so ready to head to my mom's house on the Greyhound tonight and fly off to sunny Jamaica tomorrow morning! I'm in a spectacular mood. I can't frigging wait to go para-sailing. I think that might be the thing I am most excited for, other than the free drinks and mind-blowing pot.
Yesterday I finished up the last of the packing that I had to do, so that's one less thing I have to stress about, too, so that rules.
This'll probably be my last update until I get back, so peace out and get up to no good!
Hamilton, I shall be penetrating your moist interiors in approximately 9 days. Put your diaphragm in!
Last night was this ol' gal's last night o' glory in Ye Olde Londontowne. Went over to Matty and Laureen's place, it was me, Dave, Jordan, Matt (other Matt), Julie, Brandon, Brandon's friend Eileen, and Michelle and Mike. It was really fun getting the chance to hang out with everyone since the above-mentioned are a good majority of my favourite people in this area. No arseholes, just good times, hilarious friends, good weed, lighting Matty's pants on fire, playing with the pup, and plenty of vodka & beer. Oh and night-time backyard camping chair hangouts, which are the best, obv. I had such a fun night, and I was super pumped that Michelle and Mike came out, since they're completely separate friends of mine from the friends we were hanging out with, but I shoulda known - Michelle is a gem of a treasure who gets along famously with most people. :)
I think I am going to miss her the most. Sighfuffle. Apparently she has a going-away gift for moi, which is totally cute. I guess she made me a MIXED CD (!!!) of all old London punk bands. What a thoughtful dame!
Anyhow, I got nice and toasted (to make matters worse [?], Michelle brought a third of a bottle of Zubrowvka vodka for shots [ahh! My bane! Or not.], which is sort of an inside joke between us, but long story short, I HATE it straight but it has a very pleasant after-taste that is just tongue-ticklingly deeeelightful) and it was the perfect last night in town.
Somehow I woke up at 8am and have just been bright-eyed and bushy-tailed all morning, hangover-free and ready to blow this popsicle stand. The birds are chirpin', the crackheads are outside quoting Fred Flintstone, and I am so ready to head to my mom's house on the Greyhound tonight and fly off to sunny Jamaica tomorrow morning! I'm in a spectacular mood. I can't frigging wait to go para-sailing. I think that might be the thing I am most excited for, other than the free drinks and mind-blowing pot.
Yesterday I finished up the last of the packing that I had to do, so that's one less thing I have to stress about, too, so that rules.
This'll probably be my last update until I get back, so peace out and get up to no good!
Hamilton, I shall be penetrating your moist interiors in approximately 9 days. Put your diaphragm in!