It's a Small World

Lara here! 
Even though the title may suggest that I had a crazy drunk night last night, you are mistaken. Last night I had a mere shot of rum (which I chased with some mixed drink of mystery), and copious amounts of grass as per usual on these types of nights. 
  Where were we you might ask? Well, after meeting up with a semi-drunk Zack at the bus terminal in Brampton, we made our way to the top floor of 299. We pre-burned before we made the long and perilous mission to the Ginger Bread House (the house that belongs to two of our foxy female ginger friends). The party there was alright; I saw some people that I hadn't seen in a while, Ass House plus a few others pulled their balls out as usual but Strachen got creative and wrapped Amanda's Christmas lights around his unusually large testicles, and it was an easy and convenient place to find the piff that we had been looking to acquire.
   After some intense dancing (dubstep being the genre of the night), Zack, Michelle, Dee, and myself decided to leave. We were accompanied on our walk by Molly Pocket, who is just as adorable as she sounds, but don't fuck with her, she has her black belt.  While walking through rapist park, Molly invited us back to her place to chill with her while she plays ukulele for us. For Zack, Michelle and I, that sounded like a pretty chill idea, so we accepted her invitation while Dee went home to sleep. On the way to Molly's we randomly bumped in to two people that were unfamiliar to us. We soon realized that the guy (Luke), plays on mine and Michelle's hockey team. So, we invited them in for ukulele and a session. The female (who's name i forget), is in her third year of the visual art program at York, and Michelle and I are in our third year of the same program. The York Village is a small world after all.
    Molly is amazing at ukulele even though she has only been playing for 3 months, and needless to say, we were all singing along to Hey Jude ukulele cover! We left after an hour of chillage, and stumbled through the cold back to 299, where we prodded awake a sleeping Dee to burn a spliff before bed. Very successful night.
    I woke up this morning to Zack making Special brownies, BEST BREAKFAST EVER!