  Uh, yeah, Sorry about the last entry. I shouldn't be allowed to use the internet when I'm drunk. I'm such a sap, jee wizz. Here was the rest of my weekend: There was a wedding reception on Saturday night at Casa del Popolo, 1$ beer for christsakes. I felt a little bad crashing the party, but I did know half of the people there so it wasn't like I was a total stranger. As soon as I got there the bride was throwing the bouquet, and I was pushed onto the floor.
I didn't want to catch it b/c then I'd be the girl that the bride didn't know who caught her coveted 'you're next' bouquet. So, of course, it hits me right in the head. What do you think that means??? I spent the next hour silently pondering that question, a little overwhelmed by the party going on around me. I wore urlLink DRock 's sunglasses for a while which helped make things seem even more like a movie. I got drunk.
I danced. I got so much beer dumped on me that I rung my hair out and a river of booze went down my back. I ate (wrapped) candies off the floor from the pinatas that had been smashed open with bar stools and fists. I tripped over the stage and went flying, and when a guy leaned over to help me up he fell over on top of me. When I finally got up off the ground I realized that everyone that was out on the patio was watching and laughing. I traded a "I'm a lover not a fighter" pin for a "Drink, Fight, Fuck" pin.
I piggy backed Ali part of the way home and had a debate with her and 'Drew about belief systems. It was a good night. Sunday I worked at Meow with Rebecca. We made tons and tons of t-shirts, drank coffee and smoked cigarettes. Our music choices for the day was a mix between Supersuckers and Hawaiian music. Man, this job kicks ass.
Seriously. I came home and made the best pizza ever, and went DVD crazy. I watched Reservoir Dogs, Summer of Sam and Kill Bill. My ass became one with the sofa. Today I intended to get things done (whatever that means), but I've come to discover that today is a holiday, and that the student loan centre, the bank and McGill are all closed. Wicked.
I'm so pissed at myself for leaving everything to the last minute; now it's all piled up and I have one less day to get shit done. This weekend coming up will be filled with more fun. A guest from Ontario will be staying with me, the urlLink Heelwalkers are playing a show, I have my urlLink court date on Saturday morning,(well, that's not fun), the bike courier rally is Saturday night (I'm one of the volunteers. Couriers from all over will be here. Bikers stop at my post and I get them to do a test. Then I get drunk with them and flirt my ass off.).
And so on. I'm glad that I chose to stay here. Ever since I made a decision everything seems to make a little more sense. And the fun just won't stop. 
