faye

Grace O'Malleys in TO by Front St is where the HOT boys are on Thursday nights.

For REAL!



I feel like I'm 21 again lately. I just don't stop. When I was 21 I was a waitress. Anyone who has ever been a waitress knows the lifestyle that goes along with it. You have no sense of time, you never know what day it is, you just show up for shifts and go out any and ALL nights drinking after work with co-workers. I was only a waitress for a year and a half to two years and flew by and are still a bit of a blur.

Now Toronto is treating me the same. Wednesday I show up to work at the office - my co-workers rope me into drinks after, I actually have a great time but the weather is shit and I have to be there the next day anyway so I sleep on Fil's couch. Go in, work again....end up going out again for drinks after work with co-workers this time in the city. Say I'm staying for one drink and end up leaving at midnight...fuck. Tomorrow we're having some last minute party at my house ?!?!? To which way too many people are coming. Saturday
my darling Caitsey is partying it up at Grace O'Malleys, the same pub I went to tonight (where all the hot boys hide) OR there is a FUCK THE RECESSION party at some club which I have never heard of. Sunday dear god I better get to sleep!

And the thing is....I always plan to do nothing. Things just always end up happening.

*shrugs