St Patricks day

Whoop Whoop. Another excellent excuse to go partying, and I grabbed it. I kinda crashed Joe's party-crashing... Or rather: I was a co-crasher. It worked out pretty well. Come to think of it, I've been out every single week-end since I arrived here. Hm. We started out with a whole bunch of ppl, but when we came to cuba, everything kinda dissolved... Some guys wanted to go to Bodega, and I was just like: Bodega!? That's a bogan place! They ended up trying it out anyway, and soon realised that I was right. *sigh* Listen to the locals. (newbies)..

In any case it was a good night. And a cheap night. :) Ended up with Sophie and Duncan from the hostel last year, which was a bit weird since I really don't know them. But now that we don't live together, every last year hostel-mate is a friend. Weird eh?
Anyway, the sweetest thing was that Joe called to check up on me. Awww... :) He was concerned that I was alone. He is a really nice guy. Hope he isn't going to Cumberland house.

So now I'm trying hard to sober up before the concert that starts at 1, Fat Freddy's Drop!!! YEEE!