i arrive in the trunk squished between my room mate and many bottles of alcohol. we quickly reach our destination and i fall out of the back of the vehicle. i'm not entirely sure where i am, although i'm happy to see the faces of old friends and excited to meet some new people. best of all, i'm excited to be spending time with her. i can already tell that we were getting ourselves into an adventure, like the good old days.
we go in through the back door with a big green 'X' on it. the door won't shut behind us. we walk past some laundry facilities that i don't think i could trust to clean my clothes, and entire a warehouse-like room. sarah comments that if there was ever a place where you could picture a zombie outbreak occurring, it was definitely right here. i agreed. we walk up a dark flight of stairs and enter the upstairs loft, where the show is being held. i don't really know anyone, so i'm a little anxious.
i was surprised how quickly i relaxed, as i grabbed a 'table' and popped my champagne. i didn't really know where i was, or WHAT it was and i didn't really know any of the people there, although i suppose they might be 'intimidating' sorts, if you get easily intimidated. there are maybe two dozen people scattered about the loft, drinking and smoking. most of them appear to know each other.
i sat back and tried to take in my surroundings. i'm a pretty laid back, open minded person, but i couldn't help but be in somewhat of a state of awe. i saw the couch, with the significantly older couple making out, and the fridge and the small bedroom, and quickly realized that someone actually lived here. the walls were lined with giant speakers, except for the corner by the bedroom where there is some shelving, inhabited by many mangy teddy bears. there is a fairly large stage in the 'kitchen', littered with instruments and lights. i'm told that if i need to use the washroom, i should bring a friend because the door locks from the outside. i decide to hold it.
sarah had arranged for a ride after about an hour, so we did not stay as long as i would have liked, but it was nice to have the insurance of a drive on such a wintery night. we headed to steph's, where she fed us some french fries and veggies and i marveled over her patrick stewart paraphernalia and drank. when everyone is feeling festive we go to another xmas sweater party nearby, but i have drank all of my alcohol, so i am not really interested in staying.
i parted ways with sarah and steph, and headed to nathan's, where i cracked another bottle of wine and got involved in some pretty intense singing, drinking game and RDP action. the rest is a blur, but i know that there was a lot of laughing and even more spilled drinks. we fell into bed about 4:30 am, and for once, i wasn't cold.
we woke up around noon to tyler knocking on the door with breakfast: a plate of flatbread and tzaziki, a plate of grilled veggies and 2L of chocolate milk.
the hangover was and still is unpleasant. but the night was worth it.
after three nights of drinking, i've decided that tonight i will rest my liver, so that i can be in fine form for christian's 19th birthday tomorrow (finally!), and whatever escapades i will get up to with donny over the next week.
i love the holidays :)