You'd think the insane snowstorm would have ruined my weekend, but it added to the hilarity of someone stripping naked and running off into the cold abyss after the ninth or tenth flash of thundersnow at a party downtown, on Friday night. I had such a great time. Zack, Justin, and I just recently started hanging out again and it's been the best thing ever. I was real happy that Eddie came with us, even if we did have to wait in his driveway for an hour. It was also the last time I saw my celly and I still have no idea where it is. I think I may have left it in Justin's car, but I'm too scared to call him and find out. Schrodinger's phone can be thought of as both lost, and in J's possession for now.
For the first time in a while, I didn't work on a Saturday. I woke up this morning with a mind blasting hangover and recovered just in time to start drinking with my mom, three of my aunts, and my cousin, at my aunt Claire's. I think it was good for auntie to be around the girls for a night of excessive eating and drinking. Methinks she really needed this. I realized tonight that my family is a worse influence than any of my friends when it comes to cigarettes.
I chatted with the ladies about love, drugs, and McGuinty. We played drunken Scattergories and I played the game far too competitively, as I always do with word games. We poked fun at aunt Mona's little trex arms and colourfully swore in french. We drank too much wine. We realized just how wrecked we were when Aunt Denise raved for a good twenty minutes about how the Dyson ball stimulates her intellectually and blows her fucking mind and we all listened, agreed, and nodded with undue enthusiasm.
I'm still pretty drunk, which is bad for a few reasons. It's bad because I have an essay due Monday and I suspect I'll be writing it hungover. Most importantly though, it's bad because I made the inebriated decision to get timeline for Facebook before it becomes mandatory.
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