I told S that I was taking him out for dinner on Friday. Usually he's up for heading downtown but on Friday he felt lazy and wanted to order in. I ended up plying him with beer to make him want to go out, which meant that we were 45 minutes late to S's party and drunk by the time we got there. We are classy people. Being late meant that everyone was there, though, so it made for a good surprise. I thought that S had caught on but he says that he had no idea. Dinner was really nice - we went to a really cool brew pub that has excellent food (filet mignon for S, chicken satay skewers for me.) After dinner, we went back to a friend's condo for more drinky-drinks. Judging from this picture, we were in quite a state.
I think we were pulling our best Zoolander poses, but it's possible that we were just trying to look serious. Or sober. Clearly we failed.
The details get a bit fuzzy from this point on, but after a few hours at the condo we headed out to a bar. Nothing spectacular happened at the bar. After a bit, we left and headed to Fritz. Fritz is the best fast-food poutine place in Vancouver. If you live in Vancouver and you don't agree with me, I will fight you.
Just look at that cheesy, gravy yumminess.
Poutine = best ending to a night out.
The rest of the weekend was devoted to recovering from the nasty hangovers we woke up with Saturday morning. I managed to ignore my computer all weekend, which was nice. Not so nice, was opening up my Google Reader this morning and seeing how behind I am in my blog reading.