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| Ok, I know this is turning into a long story, but really this is more of a diary of the trip. So don't get all mad about it, heh. So hangover was the key word here. It was a rough day after that, with my stomach turning pretty bad. Since I don't remember much, we'll skip to Wednesday. During the day, it was pretty much a hangout day. Matt went to go take care of some stuff, so me and Fenwick were just hanging out. He screens his phone calls, so the phone rang and the answering machine picked up and guess who it was...It was Cara the cute waitress girl from the bar leaving a message for me asking if we wanted to go out to the bar that night. Fenwick was like "Why is my best friend calling you?" I thought I was being put on and this was more kamikazee wingman stuff and he convinced her to do it, but I guess not. So we headed over to the bar to shoot some pool and stuff. I finally had a chance to chat with her since it was slow, so that was really cool. When we first met her, I thought she was cute and all, but I didn't talk to her so I didn't know. After I talked to her tho, she got very cute. She's a very cool girl. It's amazing that how a personality can affect things like that, even tho she was hot already, hehe. So I ended up being at the bars for about 6 hours that night. After she got off of work, we went over to the Queens for a drink. I was out of money, so she bought me a drink. We only hung out for a little bit, and then we headed home. Thursday I hung out and played video games, then Cara called me and came over shortly after. We also met up with Charles, another new friend of mine, and went to some place and got a drink. We then went and kidnapped Cara's mom to drive us to the liquor store and bought some rye, mixed it with some Coke and went over to Cara's to hot tub. Note to self: When drinking that much whisky, especially in a hot tub, don't expect to feel great the next day. I hope I wasn't too much of a drunk idiot, hehe. We all went back to the bar, and this was to be my last night in Port Elgin. My stoopid camera stinks too, so the picture that I took of all of us in the bar. I'm sure Cara will be glad to know that only one of the ones I took of her came out, being that she likes pictures so much. That was a pretty rough night for me. I had a lot of crazy stuff going through my head, and at home actually got kinda depressed about it all, mainly tied to leaving. I got a pretty big attachment to that little town and the people I met. We headed to Toronto for the afternoon on the next day. I was hurting bad from the night of drinking, and couldn't really stomach alcohol the next day. I was popping Tums all day. I didn't like Toronto, too big for me I guess. Don't worry, only one more page of story time. Click on the nice picture for the next page |
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