We Want Prenup

This weekend was the triumphant return of your faithful narrator to one of his favourite old haunts…Clark Hall Pub, but more specifically, Ritual.

Some highlights:

A thorough campus pub tour on Friday (the evening consisted of QP and Alfie’s…or so I’m told), with the booking of a trip to Vegas interspersed with dinner at Stooley’s. Yes, at Caesar’s Palace, no less…booked so drunk I had two typos in my Mastercard number. This can’t bode well for the trip, can it?

Saturday started with the obligatory red-eye at the Toucan…over which was discussed how stupid an idea this Vegas trip is, but while also figuring out how to get more people to come along, too. As it stands right now (Monday morning), there are apparently as many as 6 or 7 people showing enough interest that they’ve looked into flights, too. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all?

On Sunday, I had the joy of getting to leave my friend Brian behind after waiting until 9:45 (we were supposed to leave at 9…) before I left for band practice. Still haven’t heard from him. Oops…

Band was good, but I really should limit the number of two-day benders I go on immediately before practice…turns out heavy drinking and lack of sleep aren’t great for fine muscle control…who knew??

All in all, Kingston is pretty much how I remember it, or [insert blackout joke here].

Good times, good times. :)