yesterday was fucking brilliant.

woke up with my father yelling about canoes, took a shower & threw three outfits into a bag before embarking towards the north sask for a quick morning paddle. hit up the hip hop festival after, then left for alex’s mum’s wedding, which was really wonderful, despite the fact that i didn’t know a ton of people. seeing alex combined with three cheese perogies and an open bar made it all worth it, definitely.

four wine glasses & gin and tonics later, i got a ride down to the muttart where we played lightening round capture the flag. spent a lot of time with flashlights in trees. i remember challenging everyone else as “king of the castle!!!” then andrew scrambling up another trunk to shut me down. doh. lost us capture the flag after becoming engrossed by a large dog who happened to be perusing the park with his owners late at night. whoops. that’s okay, though. sat on the hill & talked for a while, me curled around a bottle of sour puss. i remember andrew (and evan…?) saying that while drunk, i laughed, uninhibited, like my clown.

drove around for a while in lianna’s car after. kept trying to stick my head out the window like a winded dog. remember evan yanking me back in, three others keepin’ me grounded. singing “belle” and “be prepared” and “any way you want it” until our throats were hoarse. settled at andrew’s later, where we chatted for hours, listened to music, then eventually dozed.

a good! night! for sure.