Back to the bar tho. We headed over as a big crew and met up with more over there. With how much I've drank, I'm really not gonna remember all of the names. Once again, the wingman was in full effect and my ass was soon grabbed by a certain waitress in promise of a drink by our favorite wingman. My guts slightly increased this night, as I talked to her finally about coming to the party we were going to have that night, but she ditched out on us. Just like a woman. Just kidding, I know why she didn't go, but back to the story.
We headed back and the madness continued. The strange trend that we started of slapping random people had grown, and before we knew it, everyone was hitting each other. What an interesting legacy I've started in a small Canadian town. People that we didn't even know were getting slapped. It was funny.
So the drinking that night lasted until about 6 I think. Who knows exactly. The next morning was pretty rough. Sunday was pretty much a hangout day, watched some movies, etc...
We watched a movie called Equilibrium (sp?), and it was pretty wicked. I recommend seeing it!! After that we attempted to go to the bar, not sure if it was to see Cara again or to drink tho, but it was closed, so we ended up just driving around and went down to the beach. It's cool, but it was foggy and creepy and was waiting for Jason Vorhees to pop up or something like that.
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