Shit I say when I am drunk.

‎”Yeah you bitches wanna crawl but you’re to weak. You’re not a student, you’re nothing but a bitch!”

“Bitch you might be a student, but I’m a TEACHA!”

“Me: *COUGH, COUGH*

Random guy: That doesn’t sound good.

Me: What the FUCK do you know?”

“The cure to hiccups; seven GULPS of wataaa!”

Nights to remember- I love them. Especially when you don’t necessary remember all that occurred and rely on the stories you’re friends tell you the morning after. Ah yes, nothing like conversing while craving a litre of water and greasy breakfast from a dive-like diner. Of course these tales seem slightly exaggerated but nonetheless entertaining with a side of shameful regret.

A group of us took the train downtown Toronto for Daryl’s birthday. That ride gives you 40 minutes to get as drunk as possible. In my case it was 2 bottles of Pinot and I was feeling like a champion. We hit up a little club called Dance Cave where they play alterna-rock that you can dance to. I was feeling a little thirsty mid dance and went to get a beverage. With dismal wine selection, I settled for my “go-to-bar-drink” vodka cran. I could have sworn I gulped down a mere 2, but I was later advised it was at least 5, (Exaggeration perhaps?). Anyway, after being there for an hour, Daryl and I split from the crew and went to the Village. My goodness. As a straight women, I was a little apprehensive how I would do at a gay bar, but my experience was nothing short of awesome!

We ended up meeting a group of people who were heading to a bar/club and tagged along with them to a place called Cruise. After getting in, we checked our coats with a lovely tranny and proceeded to the bar for more vodka crans. By this point I was in a drunken haze and separated from Daryl. I found myself front row at a drag show cheering on the performers like I was a huge fan. I had never seen a show like this before, and I remember thinking “Where the fuck are their penis’?”. These want-to-be women were rocking body suits sans bulge! Say whaaaa!?

Also, some chick kept grabbing my tush. And if you know me, you know I have NO ASS whatsoever, so I came to the conclusion the touching was her merely looking for it. I met really interesting characters that night but I lost the one I came with! Thank god Daryl rang me and told be he was out front. I retrieved my coat and found him holding a rose he purchased from a homeless man, (What a guy). Once again I split ways with Daryl, he went back home and I went to Carolyn’s loft. She was going to meet us at the bar but her fancy ass was working all night at a music video.

The night ended with me eating yogurt candies and talking for an hour non-stop. The next morning we all pieced together what happened and discovered many things that slipped my lil’ mind. Countless drunk phone calls, taxi rides, fake names, random mack sesh with what’s-his-name and stage dancing. 

Come on, who doesn’t love nights like this?

To all my sleepless nights…

“A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow” - Charlotte Bronte

I’m sure if you’re reading this, you have heard of the Oscar winning documentary “The Cove”, which exposes the gruesome dolphin slaughter that takes place in Taiji, Japan annually. Canadian activist Brooke McDonald was able to take photographs of the dolphin drive and send them around to media outlets. Her photos stirred up support from North American’s which then led to the making of “The Cove”. It is a really great article, however very disturbing. Read it on Adventure Journal here: http://www.adventure-journal.com/2010/10/the-girl-who-broke-the-cove-story/