This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations

Monday, January 10, 2005

"Saturday Nights Party was In-Tents! haha get it? IN....TENTS hahahah"

Saturday started off as a slow night. I went to go and see some friends I met in Vancouver over the summer at there hostel. Ratty and Richard still have not changed one bit. They were drunk, and disappointed in me for not having a few drinks with them. They showed me pictures from their adventures in NYC and Boston, and told me I must come visit them while they travel Europe. I left them to goto this 'tent party' with most of my friends that live in the city. They have this party on the McGill campus where-in they set up tents to protect you from the cold weather, and they stuff about 200 24's in there and charge $20 @ the door, for an all you can drink, fall down drunk, shit show. The didn't really provide bathrooms for this 'event in the tents' so people got a little bit pissy. There were a lot of security guards running around busting people for pissing outside of the tent. It was a real joke watching guys try to run from security with there dicks hanging out. Needless to say it was a disgusting mess of drunken debauchery.

Now after leaving the tent party, we all took an intermission at The James and The Gregs' Apartment to catch our breath, change our clothes, and decided which bar to invade, after some brief discussion we decided to just walk down to St Laurent and just let fate decide what is/was going to happen to us on this fabled night. We went to a few bars they were all to busy for my liking, so we ended up at the biggest dive in Montreal: Le Biftek I love this place. I don't know if it was the saloon style swing doors as you first walk in, or the endless amounts of free popcorn that grasped my heart, I had been here many times before, so I was glad to return. A very mixed crowd in this 2 level bar all there for the same reasons, ridiculously cheap booze, shitty music, and 3 year old pop corn. The second level is where I dwell, its just a better time up there I have found from experience. A few more friends show up with tickets to Circus which is the best after hours niteclub I have ever been too. O2 bars, VR, all this other crazzy bullshit that didn't really interest me. But the music was amazing, and the place looked very classy though it is a seedy after hours all night dance party. I ended up leaving there around 7 am, came home and crashed hard. Most of Sunday was a write off, spent it watching some American football while lying on the couch. Followed by a brief diner, and some popcorn at biftek, and ending with watching Mean Streets at 3 am.

As for this evening I am not sure what is in store. I know martina will be down for partying. Cause she is just a lil party machine. As for your narrator, I want to go home soon. I miss my TV, and my bed.

ps. I cut my own hair and it looks like shit and I am eating contraband cereal as I type this.

killed softly at 1/10/2005 01:45:00 PM

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