the original gangster of retro nights

Well it wasn't long after I wandered off the plane that I tucked into a plate of PA's poutine. They played Suicide Machines and Propagandhi and Millencolin which both excited and distrubed me. Disturbed mostly because I was totally ripped and (as always) paranoid that certain people can read my mind (or worse, my blog).

Next night was CTO's sweet sixteen party. They waived the $10 cover for us and our first round of jager was on the house (as was my follow-up rye and ginger). A decent band called C'mon was playing. Sexy lady bass player, etc. Then WIZZBANG blast from the past cool kids from highschool want to smoke a joint with me?

I'm thinking what? Why? I ate my lunch in the upstairs hallway! You were on the football team, remember? I'm still clumsy and tragically awkward. I see your greasy teen-stache looks more like a creepy pedo-stache these days and PS your bong cabinet does not impress me.

Anyway, after that whole adventure (which actually turned out to be rather pleasant) we closed up shop with the Stobies gang. I scored free pizza and played a weird ass monkey-flinging Megatouch game. Then we smoked more joints while watching classic Chappelle Show episodes.

Endtime: 6:30 am.
Money spent: $12.
It's good to be back.