Amen for a good stiff drink
Quite the weekend.
Christmas party on Friday, was smashed and came home at 7pm. Woke up at 1130pm and almost went out again. It would have been a hardcore notch in revelry, but I also would have no doubt died.
Saturday, I went gambling with Matt (won 5 bucks on blackjack and 7 on slots, a bonus, but still), had coffee with Mel, watched the Leafs game with Matt, getting loaded on two dollar draft at Peddlers. Somehow, there were all these CEHL guys there and we hung out with them. On my way home, this group of people in line at the Pogue grabbed me, so I stood in line with Joanne from Newfoundland, until they decided to go to Cheers, and then I realised that I didn’t know these people and wanted to go home.
Today, Murf and I went to the Mooseheads game, then were going to go the Midtown for steak afterwards. But the Midtown was closed, so we went to Maxwell’s Plum. Steak and beer.
So yeah, it was good weekend.
My pomemgranate is gross.
There’s a mural in front of Lawtons on Spring Garden.
I saw this girl jump into a bus shelter and grab a guy (I’m guessing her boyfriend) and kiss him with such a passion that the old lady walking beside stopped and stared.