More April 11, 2009: happy hour

It's a shame that happy hour doesn't happen in Vancouver. It's a godsend that I don't have discount beer available to me back home. Or I'd be an unemployed, scantily clad burden to my family.
i started my glorious alcohol induced "hour" at 7pm. I got back just before 6am. Needless to say I was too tired to try surfing this morning. And the too-early-to-rise mature estrogen types had me awake before 8am. I berated my intoxicated consciousness for a couple of hours on my lumpy hostel bed before rising to Kelly's concerned texts.

Things could really get out of hand after she leaves town tonight.




 
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