5/8/09

turned twenty-five; an excuse to get shitbombed.




  Wake up, breakfast, driving range, golf, Ferris', oyster burger, salad, mount gay rum, more mount gay rum, Logan's, pirate radio, senile lady playing accordion, ginger man, chain smoker, 1516, hockey game,  Blackhawks win, 420 zone (pizza), Canoe Club, not so good times, bad music, CIBC, Wicket, darts, more drinks, lineup, Lucky, more drinks, pregnant girl drinking, pretty girls, dj's dj'ing, a pretty girl, cab ride, 15$ later, home. 

See you later May 7, 2009... you filthy son of a bitch.




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