It could still surprise ya...

By Friday I was worn out. A week of not sleeping had left me feeling thin, and all I could think of when I got out of bed Friday morning was how in eight hours I could return to it. Boy was I wrong.

Arriving home, my desire to nap was waning, replaced by an even stronger desire to go out. Which is troublesome in these parts, when people make plans and many don't share my love of beer and associated good times. But I tried. And I failed.

So up to the video store, I rented 'crappy' movies and flirted with the cute sales-guy, figuring that if that was all the action I was getting, I should probably capitalize on it while I could.

The night may have been a non-starter at that point, but I had given up hope in Vancouver managing to be a late-starter. Turns out, the city can still surprise me. Diegs turned up after work, we picked up his friend, and after several shots we traipsed downtown to the Cambie. The line flew by, we drank far too much and stumbled awkwardly home.

3am found us back at mine, my brother passed out on the front steps and myself being the most sober of the group. Which is a pretty scary thought. After putting him to bed I put myself to bed. The night officially ended the next day when he walked into my bedroom at 9am to find me not alone. Which actually might be the beginning (finally) of a nice summer fling thing. Who knows, he is definately the nicest boy I have met in a long time.