I am in fact a little wasted tonight, as well as stoned, oh yes I am incredibly stoned. My night class got cancelled and I was already set to meet a buddy at the pub, so it worked out well. Our usual pub was in it's usual happy atmosphere, with lots of pretty young people out having fun on their early Friday. My friend and I got a little sloshed, in remembrance of those who fell in World War I, a war we are both quite fond of and are upset that it's not quite as respected here in the U.S. as opposed to the U.K. or Canada. It is a little disconcerting when I don't see people wearing a felt poppy pinned to their jacket, because I'm so use to it from living in Canada, where regardless of the person, they will all be wearing a poppy come this time of year. It's one of those rare unifying moments where we're all united behind a very basic and common idea, besides the usual ones like how awesome Tim Horton's and Trailer Park Boys are. I really love this pub, it never fails to make me happy and is definitely one of the only miss when I escape this hellish death hole. My friend and I both agreed that we really need to start coming here every Friday like we use to back in the year when we first discovered the location. Yeah... pubs like this are great.
There's my drunken/stoned spiel of the night.
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