Apparently, getting trashed on expensive drinks is becoming a cherished hobby of mine. Some friends and I went to Julio's Barrio last night (aka the best Mexican food in Edmonton) to celebrate a friend's birthday. After hearing that it would be an hour for a table, a friend and I decided to fuck everyone and get saucy at the bar.
I had spent my afternoon watching a Home at the End of the World and getting buzzed on some Sauvignon Blanc that I picked up in Bordeaux, and I was feeling newly inspired to live eclectically. I ended up having 3 Mexican Bulldogs (at $12.00 each) before wandering out onto Whyte Avenue for some impromptu dancing.
Me sipping on a delicious Bulldog at my 19th.
I had an amazing heart-to-heart with an old friend from high school out on the street, and he told me I looked "hipster skinny." It was probably the best compliment I've gotten in a longgg time.
Minus doing questionable things involving questionable substances, and calling my 16-year old sister to pick me up, it was a good night.
