Everybody's t-shirt is nice except Javi's

An interesting weekend, I must say. Leaving home on Saturday afternoon, Mareks and I went downtown, but while I headed to Ossington station to meet Rauf, he went to Dundas station to walk around. Our Eurovision afternoon started with a trip to LCBO, where I bought two rockstars. Rauf's roommate friend, Chris, tagged along since he didn't have any other plans for the day. Yasser showed up when we were at the LCBO, and Alex came a little later, with his friends Shin and... Phil (number 52). We also had Chase (Rauf's roommate) and his boyfriend Patrick in the group. We put together two laptops so everyone could watch the so expected final, and Chase made some nachos to bankrupt my cookies. The opening ceremony was interesting, and it didn't really feel like a long time watching all the 25 entries (probably because of people's hilarious comments about some performances). When it finally got down to voting we were biting our nails. I was sad Estonia didn't do well, but at least Azerbaijan won instead of Sweden! =]

After the contest we hung out in the balcony for some time until I convinced everybody to follow me to Grant's game night. We stopped at the LCBO again, and I bought four more rockstars (I loved this heart-destroying thing). I took sleeping beauty to the subway, and shortly after we all hopped on it to take a long journey to Scarborough. The maintenance at Bay station, forcing us to transfer at Museum station, didn't make it easier. When we finally got to Grant's condo, through the rain and the Scarborough earthworms, it was already 9pm. Javi, Julian, Emily, another Alex, and this new girl Helen were there hanging out. Some people started playing risk, so I united the people left out to play some Cheat. Julian won, and after the game we watched the guys playing risk for a bit until we got bored of it. I made pressure for them to give up finishing, and they did. We played a few rounds of mafia afterwards, and then I had a drunk and intense conversation with Chris in the balcony. When we went back inside, some people were already sleeping, so we just chatted a bit more and everybody passed out.

Rauf, Chris, Phill, and this guy David that came out of nowhere disappeared at some point, and I still don't know how they went home (probably a taxi). The quiet people were in the master bedroom, while I, Shin, and the Latvian Alex slept in the other one. I feel weird about that and having slept on the carpet without the air mattresses that I was carrying ever since the morning. When I saw Grant waking up, I went on a mission to wake everybody else up to get ready to leave. We all went to a Tim Hortons around the corner, and Alex told me not to worry about anything. I ate a bagel (with blergh - butter), and some people had coffee. We walked back south on Warden, and the quiet people ended up going back to the condo to hang out, while the three wild crazy people went to take the subway home. My stop was first, so I waved goodbye to Shin and Alex and took the bus the rest of the way up.

Once home, I finally got to see Mareks again, and I wanted to take a shower because I was far beyond expired. Of course, when I needed hot water the most it wasn't working, so I went all the way to the gym to take a proper shower (and obviously a hot tub too). I came back, napped a bit, finished laundry, and now I'm waiting for Mareks to come back from church. I can't say I don't miss these wild crazy nights with some friends, but unfortunately that can't happen so often anymore. I still feel a bit weird about the whole thing, but perhaps the mini nausea is just from the rockstars I drank. We'll see how things go next time we meet.

SeeYa,
Feliploko. What about my sleeve?