After almost completely canceling my trip to Waterloo/Guelph this weekend, at the last minute I decided to just go for one night just for the hell of it.
My boss asked me to come in on the weekend to work on a site for a project that needs to be launched this week so being the role model employee that I am (cough…) I said yes. So basically that cancelled my plans for the weekend. Until about an hour before I finished working on friday night when I decided that I would just go and wing it. I didn’t even know where I was going to sleep, or where I was going or how I was going to get there.
So I got to guelph and luckily the bus station was in a part of town I recognized quite well, and I was able to hop on the city bus to a friend’s house whom was supposto be there (Bryn), but he wasn’t.
Long story short. I ended up at the party that I was going for in the first place. It was grand, we had drinks, talked, someone puked in one of the hostess’s beds (yuck), I met a girl who told me her name was Pricess Portia (I told her my name was Ferarri). It was good times.
Thanks Kimmy for letting me sleep on your couch!