Frappe
Trying to meet some friends @ Frappe. Line’s out the door. Tried to hop in the window but they kicked me out.
Ran into some people I knew in the line-up outside… then Merit got the bouncers to let me and Dave in. The bouncers like Merit, probably cause she’s the best ever. Everybody at McGill usually goes to this dive bar Bifteck, which is tiny. Frappe is bigger, and tonight it seemed like all of McGill had migrated there. They were playing rock, Led Zeppelin and Rage Against The Machine. Tracy was well toasted and rocking out and trying to fight me and bouncing around. Matt pinched Taylor’s nipples a lot and Taylor got mad.
I found out that some of my friends spray-painted their intials and something about eating peaches all over this street I know. Oh, and on the outside of the this dance school they spray-painted “hot chicks” Which is true. I still don’t like tasteless spray-paint, but they are my friends and they were wasted.
After the bar we ended up at La Banquise and ate poutine and cheeseburgers. Then a certain unnamed female friend of mine took a squat in front of the police station and peed.
I don’t even drink. I don’t know what’s my excuse for this. I think I’m getting more and more immature as I get older… which is ok. It’s fun.
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