Post date: Nov 07, 2011 8:38:23 PM
So as I sit here at Meghan, Pat, and Sarah's kitchen table. really jonesing for a Molson Canadian tall boy, but being too lazy to walk to the LCBO or the nearest bar to get any, I think about the awesome vacation I have had. I had some time off from the job, so I took a bit of time to come down to Toronto. I arrived on Thursday evening, at which point I met Kolter Bouchard at the LCBO at Yonge and Wellesley to pick up the first round of Tall Boys, most of which were gone that night. I took a Tylenol, went to bed, and woke up feeling like a million bucks. I would have slept better with a gorgeous blonde under me, but we all have to make sacrifices, right?
The following few days ended up being pretty much the same story. Eat, drink, sleep. Eat, drink, sleep. Eat, drink, sleep. I got to catch up with most of the gang, hit up all our favourite bars and restaurants, and stay pleasantly drunk. It's weeks like this that make me realize, at this point, AA may be an option, at least for the company. Hmm..."at least for the company"...I think this may be the title to my autobiography.
As my time in Toronto starts to draw to a close (in roughly 24 hours I will be hopping on the train at Union Station), I realized why I missed Toronto so much. Seeing the friends and some family members that I don't get to see as often as I would like, having a great time, and jut rockin' out. And I can't help but wonder how long it will be before I get to do it again. The agreement was that if I find a job and a wife, I will stay, so if anybody knows someone willing to hire and/or marry me within 24 hours, click here to e-mail me. The point is, now I have to go back to real life, and I have 24 more hours to enjoy the freedom. Time to go make the most of it!
And Meghan has a boyfriend now. How disappointing.