The night starts at the usual place, we get a free cab ride (Xmas present from our cabby, whom we ride with every night we go out), and we’re at Clarendon Ballroom. We head inside, grab some drinks, and it is on. Mr Greengenes is playing… Cool. I had heard a lot of people talk about them, but never seen them in person. They covered pretty much everything under the sun, which was nice and all, but I have to wonder if they have any original music? I suppose I’ll check out their site. Either way, they rocked, and much dancing was done. Nothing too wild ocurred at the bar aside from Art buying us all shots of Jim Beam, which almost caused me to yack. I wasn’t even drunk, it was just heinous. A bit later a girl comes up to me and explains that she bought this new camera and couldn’t get the flash to work. I take a look at it, turn the flash on, and she thanks me by taking a picture with me and says “When I saw you I knew you would know about eletronics” or something along those lines… Great, I look like a nerd. After a bunch more dancing, and getting the entire place to sing “Hail to the Redskins,” a few of us head home.

Upon arrival, Dnorm and I find we’re locked out of his house. It is cold, real cold. What do we decide to do? First, Dnorm throws their old pumpkin at the house and tries to break in several windows. When that fails, we go bush diving, and bush diving we did. Once that got old we ended up climbing a huge freaking tree. Why? Why not. It actually turned out pretty well; it was warm, we heckled a bunch of drunk people, and saw some guy stand outside a car for about 20 minutes. We had no idea what he was doing and eventually the car pulled away without him. It was weird, you had to be there. Finally, we climb out of the tree and head back to the house, Greg is home.

Three drunkards with nothing to do? Sounds like it is time for McDonalds. I’m fairly certain our food got spit in after Dnorm attempted to order a “Sudge fundae” and about six things they didn’t serve… Christ…

Good times.