It was a scotch-on-the-rocks kind of night.

Well last night totally turned around! I don't know how I got so lucky in life to always have people around and a party to go to. Our neighbor - whom I met on the rooftop patio during the summer and has since become a good friend - texted me to meet for a cigarette out front of our building. We do that sometimes, it's a nice little interaction. But then I convinced him to bring over a bottle of his rum and his roommate, and roomie finished her paper, and the night had begun. Predrinks in my room, and then met up with some friends at McGibbons on Saint Laurent (which is an awesome pub!) and debauchery ensued. Friends were hooking up, old men were hitting on me, and we concluded the night with an afterparty in my room with a scotch on the rocks in hand. Gotta love when neighbor's mom works in an airport and multiple bottles of alcohol are available! Had a really good roomie chat, and passed right out. Good people, good times. Now I'm headed to fireworks in the Old Port with a friend. I love this city!