UUMMMMMMM
Soooo... I don't know how I didn't die last night. I probably should have.
First was Carlos and Pepes with Kamara and Emma for $3 margharitas, and then we chugged through two pitchers, and then this table of about 6 or 7 guy walked over and started talking to us, bought us a few shots each, and asked us to go to this french club they were headed to. So they drive us there, pay for us to get in, and it turns out to be ladies night so free shots for ladies all night. Amazing. So we're drinking/dancing/whatever, but then they dudes get a little sketchy and a couple of em were kinda cute, but no. So we bail to the bathroom, Emma roles a joint in the bathroom stall and ppl start getting pissed cuz she was in the forever...we said she was getting sick. We precede to sneak out of the club trying to avoid the guys who we saw looking for us around the front entrance to the bathroom.
We get outside. It's raining. We realize we are no where near home. Like other side of the city. So we light up the joint and start walking down the sketchiest roads of my life. Met a few creepy/sketchy ppl, left a few ridiculous messages, stopped at Belle Province and ate more poutine than can be humanly healthy, stumbled the rest of the way home.
Woke up this morning. Barely managed to walk to the bathroom. Defintely still drunk.
Margharitas may be ruined forever. *shiver*
First was Carlos and Pepes with Kamara and Emma for $3 margharitas, and then we chugged through two pitchers, and then this table of about 6 or 7 guy walked over and started talking to us, bought us a few shots each, and asked us to go to this french club they were headed to. So they drive us there, pay for us to get in, and it turns out to be ladies night so free shots for ladies all night. Amazing. So we're drinking/dancing/whatever, but then they dudes get a little sketchy and a couple of em were kinda cute, but no. So we bail to the bathroom, Emma roles a joint in the bathroom stall and ppl start getting pissed cuz she was in the forever...we said she was getting sick. We precede to sneak out of the club trying to avoid the guys who we saw looking for us around the front entrance to the bathroom.
We get outside. It's raining. We realize we are no where near home. Like other side of the city. So we light up the joint and start walking down the sketchiest roads of my life. Met a few creepy/sketchy ppl, left a few ridiculous messages, stopped at Belle Province and ate more poutine than can be humanly healthy, stumbled the rest of the way home.
Woke up this morning. Barely managed to walk to the bathroom. Defintely still drunk.
Margharitas may be ruined forever. *shiver*