Touché Vancouver

So. Recap. Lets see.

Well, going out here costs far too much, I've decided. I've had two really great nights, but the price tag turns my stomach... that and the wretched hangover I am living through.

If I had a checklist of things that constituted a great night out, a list that I could go through the next day and tick things off, my night improving the more things were checked... I have a lot of ticks. Hair caught in my necklace. Exploded room. Hangover. Drunken emails. Strange pain.

I could get into details but they are not really necessary. Suffice to say there are things that weren't the best ideas I've ever had, but nothing so major that I'm panicky about them. I'm glad to be getting all of this out of my system, come Tuesday I am perhaps locked into a 'French Fascist Prison' with no hope of escape. Odds are better than I will end up switching to Colt45 because I can no longer afford to go out.

All I can say right now is "touché, Vancouver," and smile. I have to go nurse my tummy, poor muffin indeed.