Show me something immortal, we’ll murder it

If I ever complain about being broke again someone should slap me. After a weekend filled with ridiculous extravagance, I am once again on the ghetto train. I did however procure a poofy vest, which I think makes it all worthwhile. I was down at MEC with Mark, and we were looking for a sleeping bag for his cousin. I had been on a down jacket kick all day for some reason, and I was contemplating how awesome it would be to get a jacket made out of a sleeping bag. Lo and behold, we head upstairs, and while there are no jackets made out of the duvet down, there is a vest. I try it on, and it fucking ruled. I walked out the store much poorer, but way poofier. It was a great impulse buy.

That night the excess continued, as we headed out for supper to Joey Tomatoes for Evan’s birthday. Brehon had joined Mark and I, and we got the party started with some bourbon Mark had picked up at the cellar (greatest liquor store on earth), and some beers and wines. It was great. Joey’s got expensive when we ordered more wine and the party just kept rolling. Much money was spent, but it was all in the name of fun, so I don’t regret it. I do kinda wonder though, because I have been trying my damndest to save up for an mp3 player, a fixie and some other little things, and then I go blow a grip on supper and drinks. Something in my head doesn’t work right. Whatever. The weekend was fun, and now that it is getting nice out again, hopefully I can waste my money up in the mountains, instead of downtown. That seems far more rewarding.