Sunday, July 10, 2011
The first sign of home appears before us on our way out for the night. Wrapped in a maple leaf dress, the pretty Thai girl offers us a drink. Free Caesars to get us started, we all gulp them down. Then in unison, O’Canada comes out.
July 1 across the globe we somehow end up us seven Canucks, talking about Rosedale dinners and Ryerson classes we used to take. We order towers of brew in a second story pub and watch a band play rock covers from the west.
From the pub onto The Club. Order buckets and climb straight on to stage. Make immediate friends with all in arm’s reach, dance by the door. Watch the timer and clock out early in preparation for the a.m.
Slip back onto a mid-night street so full of party with hopes to hear of who hooked up upon the others’ return.
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