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Ugh. So my schtory from last night.

So as I'm on my way out to another party, Sean calls:

<me> What's up?
<sean> Nothing.
<sean> Sorry, that was a reflex, there's actually a lot up.
<me> Yea?
<sean> Yea.
<pause>
<sean> We have a keg and we built the biggest bong in the known universe.

How could I not go?

I stopped by the other party for a bit, had beer or two. As I'm leaving, Tom turns and says "take this for the road," and hands me a hit of acid. Now, it's been a while since I've dropped, but how could I refuse? I hung out for a bit more and then left.

I walked up the few blocks to the LRT station, poppped on the train, and wondered why the fuck it's not moving. People were staring at me. Why? Splooge on my shirt? Then, on the PA system I heard, "You can thank the gentleman in the first car who has his foot in the door for our delay." ..... yea... me...

I got off at the University station and walked the few blocks. Easy? Nah. My brain was aware that I was walking the wrong way. My feet knew too, but it took me an additional two blocks to make up my mind and turn around.

Yes, I did finally make it. Yes, there was a keg. There were also about 40 or 50 people crammed into the house, overflowing onto the porch.The bong was fucking gigantic. They'd somehow converted one of those 10 gallon water bottle things into a giant chamber thing, sitting in a rubbermaid tub filled with water. That thing was fucking insane. Anyway, it was a pretty good time. Towards the later stages, there seemed to be a lack of available glasses and cups. This one girl was drinking beer out of a cereal bowl, one dude was using a pot, another person had decided that the blender bowl worked well. Oh yea.

Good times...