So.

It's a long bus ride from Cape Breton To Halifax. But with my discman, my gameboy, and Beardo along for company (along with a little napping. Ok, alot of napping.) the time...well, the time didn't fly by. But it was alright. Got to the bus station to my awaiting parents and attempted to make my way to stoked. But, to my surprise, they changed where it was this year, so got a hold of Darryl. Ahh...Christ Church Hall. Sight of many an old rock show that i helped put on. So after getting dropped off at Darryl's, we made our way to the show. But it was a bit late in the show, most of the bands i wanted to see were done, and i was hungry. So off to the maple leaf!! Saw my friend angus, who i haven't seen in years, and had a great veggie burger.

Then Darryl and i headed to The Upstairs Bar to see slowcoaster.
This would be where the drinking began.

You see, i pretty much figure this was going to be my nite out, so i decided to have...a few drinks and have a good time. And that it was! Much dancing, much singing, many old friends.

As an aside, i just want to say Sean is sooo copping my style with the whole winter jean jacket thing.

So, after slowcoaster was done, i turn to my friend and utter this phrase:
"So, have you ever brutilized the dance floor of Hermen's before?"

For those of you unfirmiliar, picture the dome with more of "seahorse" kinda look. And more video gambling machines. And well, i wouldn't say any actual brutilization took place, but more drinking certainly did. And at the end of the night the question: where do we go from here? Why the casino, of course!! So we all pile in to bryce's car. And it's a little cramped. So when we get to the casino...i kinda fall out of the car. And i guess the security guard saw this (or, as bryce said, maybe my "sober walk" needs a bit of work) Because as we got to the door i was singled out as being too drunk to get in.

This was followed by many of our party saying "Hey, I'm way more drunker than alfred!"

This didn't help.

So we made our way to tim hortons:refuge of those with nowhere else to go. I ordered a toased everything bagel and made my way to our seats.

Its at this point things get blurry. Mainly because i passed out.

Next thing i knew we were in the car.

Then i passed out.

Next thing i knew we were in my parent's driveway. So i ,ahem, stagger out, yell my goodbyes, and head for the house door.

Hmm...the lock's being a bit troublesome.*
Steady...
Stead...

"Oh, hi mom!"

With that my extremely kind, loving mother opens the door, gives me a cutting look, and heads back to bed.

To which i then promptly head to my room for the pass out.

The end.

*For the record, after trying it the next day, the lock is indeed very tricky to open. Really. Honest.