above: a shot of me and cadence at annika’s. please don’t mind the state of my face – that’s my intoxicated gaze.
so i went over to annika’s after work for her birthday party yesterday.
i’d gone to the lcbo before work to pick up some green apple smirnoff (good call) but i didn’t pick up any coca cola because i was sure there was bound to be some chasers at her place.
i was wrong.
i got there and there were a bunch of people sitting around the couch telling a joke or something and people already seemed to be kind of tipsy, so i put my stuff down, whipped out my alcohol and proceeded to make drinks with the only chaser in the house: apple juice.
green apple vodka and apple juice actually go pretty well together, so i was pleased.
also, there was cake.
at some point in the night, people started stripping down to their underwear in the kitchen (i somehow ended up with no shirt on) and i took a couple of photos, but i’m not going to post them because of the ridiculous amounts of shame that would ensue.
things started to get pretty sloppy and kisses were going round and round and i saw some old friends, met some new ones and overall i had a pretty okay time (except for the whole losing my headphones part).
shannon was a hot mess, which i absolutely loved, and throughout the course of the night, i made three new best friends, got a boyfriend, broke up with him, made living arrangements for next year, started a fight with a new best friend, made up with her, and had some dramz.
it was great.
and afterwards, as i was on the way to the subway with mark and his girlfriend, this woman stopped us and offered us her car keys and money because she thought we were criminals who were out on a hunt for someone to mug.
it would’ve been hilarious if it wasn’t kind of sad.
that woman must be so scared of the world.