La musique: The clash- London Calling.
 
A weekend of alcoholism in point form.
By Matt Ling
 
Friday night:
-Went to Sabrina's party.
-Funnelled some mix of whiskey/rev/beer.
-Dodged thrown Fruit.
-Broke a broom.
-Drank out of a baseball helmet.
-Most of the above was due to hyperness. When party was broken up by a motherly presence, we decided to go to Andrew's, and I drove. We were pulled over when the ghost car next to us saw booze in my car while we were yelling at a Sam Roberts Look-alike.
The Tally:
Ranna-$110 fine for open liquor (what a team player)
Me- $60 for expired registration (which is actually a smaller amount that registering the car)
Obviously I was fine, as the cop felt no need to breathalise me, or bring it up for that matter.
Saturday night:
-Went to Chad's
-consumned an unidentifiable amount of beer and red revs.
-Went to bar, obtained free pitcher.
-Danced up front, BY MYSELF. THE ENTIRE TIME.
-Left the bar, sat on ground in front of Capones and looked homeless, was promptly called homeless by a group of Lebaneese people. Promply told the "Fucking Lebs" to fuck off.
-Life was saved by my sister, who seemed to know "The lebs"
-Hopped a ride in a Winnebago with a few people I knew. No one knew who owned the thing, or where we were going. But was given SCORES of free Rev.
-Ended up in Stratford (coincidentally the house next to Coranna's but I didn't notice).
-Blur.
-Woke up in Ranna's comfy, comfy bed.