I haven't had such a good night [even good Sunday night] in eons. Perfection. And it's a good thing, considering it was Garry's last night and all.
Everyone, and I do mean everyone, was drunk off their heels. Even I was. I couldn't tell you the last time I was. Plus, I had a pretty good natural high going on, too. The music was perfect [well, what else is new when Garry's spinning, really], the people were grand [save for the few assholes who kept grabbing my ass -- grrrrowl, not cool], i didn't pay for a single drink all night... it was quite the ruckus. We danced the night away and ended it all with a beautiful 430am breakfast at Elgin St... of course.
Exactly what I needed, up and down and all around. Couldn't have planned it better myself. The whole day just reeked of happiness.
But hell, does my shoulder ever hurt. Ouch!
PS: perfect holiday playlist...
'We always said that we were different, but you know now that we weren't...' - Sarah Harmer