The last time Alex and his fellow Torontonians came to town, there was much violence and drunkery. This time around there were much less suplexes and armbars, and more Goose and Patron. Less ligament tearing, more liver bleeding.
That didn't mean there was less violence, though. Alex managed to bite the shit out of everybody like we were walrus meat - or whatever it is that Canadians love to eat. Here he is getting a taste of his own medicine, and me getting a taste of his hair gel.
I should have figured out a smarter way to pimp Daniel's agency. My left eyebrow hairs would agree.
It doesn't occur as often as in the past, but every once in a blue moon I'll meet the physical version of a Livejournal friend. This time it was ariellelee921, who happened to be sitting at one of our tables. As you can see, I am still unaccustomed to interacting with people outside the Web.
( At this point, I'm going to stop writing and just copy-and-paste pic url's. Click here for more.Collapse )
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