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Notes on bartending courses:
- Far more challenging than you'd expect.
- Drinking Absinthe before noon is a course requirement.
- Getting trashed in class is expected.
Now for something (not so) completely different: photos.
Part the first:
Alex "A-Bev" Bevridge drinks her beer from a pitcher-type-thing. For this I love her.
Part the second:
BONIN'?
OMFGZ, I LUV MIRROR PIX BCUZ THEY SHOW OFF MY HOT BODY...and my cool mirror. Dude, it's separate squares of mirror artistically placed on my wall. How fucking cool is that? Sometimes Ikea gets shit right.
Part the third:
We went to Le Keg for dinner. Please note that Le Keg is nothing like The Keg. The french pronoun instantly makes it fancy.
Cory upon getting his cake.
Cory discouraged after having tried desperately to blow out the sparkler on his cake only to discover that you cannot blow out a sparkler; they just don't work that way. And Guinevere mocking him in the background.
If you looked through a wine bottle, I would look like this.
Before the liquor.
After the liquor.
(Note: Cory went and drank the following: one bottle of wine [in about ten minutes], two shots of Global [in about one minute], one shot of Appleton. This final shot led to the following:)
That is Andrew. In his hand is a knife. On the end of the knife is a piece of Cory's thirty-some-odd-dollar steak dinner which he hurled into the sink.
To make up for this, he then drank a pitcher of beer.
Conclusion: Montreal will transform anybody into a raging alcoholic.
Here's something exciting: Toronto - June first until June eighth.
PAIX HORS.
- Far more challenging than you'd expect.
- Drinking Absinthe before noon is a course requirement.
- Getting trashed in class is expected.
Now for something (not so) completely different: photos.
Part the first:
Alex "A-Bev" Bevridge drinks her beer from a pitcher-type-thing. For this I love her.
Part the second:
BONIN'?
OMFGZ, I LUV MIRROR PIX BCUZ THEY SHOW OFF MY HOT BODY...and my cool mirror. Dude, it's separate squares of mirror artistically placed on my wall. How fucking cool is that? Sometimes Ikea gets shit right.
Part the third:
We went to Le Keg for dinner. Please note that Le Keg is nothing like The Keg. The french pronoun instantly makes it fancy.
Cory upon getting his cake.
Cory discouraged after having tried desperately to blow out the sparkler on his cake only to discover that you cannot blow out a sparkler; they just don't work that way. And Guinevere mocking him in the background.
If you looked through a wine bottle, I would look like this.
Before the liquor.
After the liquor.
(Note: Cory went and drank the following: one bottle of wine [in about ten minutes], two shots of Global [in about one minute], one shot of Appleton. This final shot led to the following:)
That is Andrew. In his hand is a knife. On the end of the knife is a piece of Cory's thirty-some-odd-dollar steak dinner which he hurled into the sink.
To make up for this, he then drank a pitcher of beer.
Conclusion: Montreal will transform anybody into a raging alcoholic.
Here's something exciting: Toronto - June first until June eighth.
PAIX HORS.