And the best birthday ever award, is given to the 21st
So innocent me...minding my own business....Ding dong...phil....phil who? Phil with an entourage of my girls! Phil flew Stephie and Tessie up for a weekend of Montreal fun. So impressed! so impressed I got me and Tess trashed and Steph passed out on the couch, while Wil, Ave and Alex showed phil the town that friday night. As me and Wil recently decided the phrase "totally hammered" should be revised to "tammered". So up Sat. took my peeps to Cora's, hit up the street sale and decided it was time to get tattooed. Made appointments. Went to Pizzeria for supper, very yummy. Went home. Drank, smoked and had snack attacks. Took Tess and Phil out to X-O-tica, while Stephie rested. "Where are your tickets?" "What tickets?" "Where are you from?" "Nova Scotia", waved in. Appartantly the fact that we weren't all 21 or in "proper attire" didn't matter cause we're from the martimes. Very hot. Sunday, we went to Beauty's, toured about and got tatts. The artist was hilarious....although Steph had her tat done in NAZI Germany while the rest of us had it done in the Comedy Club. I'll never forget the Windex boy and how he will remain the classic example of how I can never pick up. Oh well I can always try to pick up Simon I guess. Classic quote of the day "On your knees, sinners!" Quite prime, quite prime. Said good bye to Phil Sunday night and the girls in the morning. Miss them all dearly. Thanks for being the greates guys.
Monday, my real birthday. Opened my cards. Got a cool star ring from Ave. That night we went to see a play based on Sex and the City. Pretty decent although not as hilarious as the real deal.
Friday, went shopping with Ave and Alex. Discovered an amazing pizza joint. Petie came down, we walked, we drank, we watched a movie. Next day, pretty much the same but in a different order, we walked, we watched a movie, we drank, we walked, we drank. We pulled a classic Chester buzz, where you drink all day, but neevr get totally drunk, so perfect. We went to a little mini car street show, and went shopping. Explored old montreal and chinatown. Watched 50 first dates. Me and ave went gorcery shopping. Then me, ave, alax, mimi, juno and petie went to blizzard's. We determined that if Alex is a man's man who enjoys drinking beer, watching Ophrah and having a big cock, then i must be a woman's woman, who enjoys moving to montreal, peter hatt and showing a ridic amount of cleavage. Hilarious. Went to park to attempt to smoke, but got kicked out by 6 cops. Alex informed them that "we don't speak french here", which was pretty classy on his part. Sunday petie took off and the weekend was over. All over. all over but the crying. story of my life. Maxed and relaxed with vril and al.
And yesterday I saw Wil's new place, down the street and we did the whole classic tam and wil, having coffee while complaining about shat situations, talking hopefully of travel and movies, while questioning the world with hope and wonder, bit. Yet another story of my life. Peace chicks and dicks
Monday, my real birthday. Opened my cards. Got a cool star ring from Ave. That night we went to see a play based on Sex and the City. Pretty decent although not as hilarious as the real deal.
Friday, went shopping with Ave and Alex. Discovered an amazing pizza joint. Petie came down, we walked, we drank, we watched a movie. Next day, pretty much the same but in a different order, we walked, we watched a movie, we drank, we walked, we drank. We pulled a classic Chester buzz, where you drink all day, but neevr get totally drunk, so perfect. We went to a little mini car street show, and went shopping. Explored old montreal and chinatown. Watched 50 first dates. Me and ave went gorcery shopping. Then me, ave, alax, mimi, juno and petie went to blizzard's. We determined that if Alex is a man's man who enjoys drinking beer, watching Ophrah and having a big cock, then i must be a woman's woman, who enjoys moving to montreal, peter hatt and showing a ridic amount of cleavage. Hilarious. Went to park to attempt to smoke, but got kicked out by 6 cops. Alex informed them that "we don't speak french here", which was pretty classy on his part. Sunday petie took off and the weekend was over. All over. all over but the crying. story of my life. Maxed and relaxed with vril and al.
And yesterday I saw Wil's new place, down the street and we did the whole classic tam and wil, having coffee while complaining about shat situations, talking hopefully of travel and movies, while questioning the world with hope and wonder, bit. Yet another story of my life. Peace chicks and dicks