Fishbowl Anyone?

Note: It probably wasn't the best idea to drink fishbowls at Melrose not having eaten anything of substantial value yesterday. On the other hand, it did provide entertainment for those watching.

Yesterday was a busy day of doing things that I didn't really want to do but had to be done (don't you just hate those days?). I did a bit of cleaning and a lot of grocery shopping (so that my parents didn't have to worry about that when they get home) before I heading over to Andrew's house to drop off and pick up some things. Afterwords I went to my grandma's room to help sort out her things--it was just eerie being in her room without her. When I finally got home after eight pm, I definetly thought--I need to desperately do something that is fun.

A couple hours later of getting organized, the doorbell rang several times and everyone was ready to go out to 17th Ave (the usual place for us). At first, we thought we didn't want to wait in the line for Melrose so we walked down the street to check out a few bars before realizing that Melrose was where we wanted to be. On the way back we were sidetracked by gelato (it's not that hard to sidetrack us), so we all stopped and Dave Rees kindly treated us all to gelato. I had my favorite two flavours--strawberry and banana. While we were sitting around there, talking and eating, we ran into Perry and a group of her friends that stopped by and said hello. This is when I decided that we can't go anywhere without running into people we know. (Just earlier at the mall I ran into Caroline when she was on her break, and then when trying to get out of the mall, I ran into Roddy who now works at one of my favorite stores).

Anyways, after getting sidetracked by gelato, we went into the line for Melrose and were soon at the front and able to get in after not even five minutes waiting. This is where the fishbowls came in...a drink that costs $21.95 and literally is larger than a fishbowl. There is probably a reason on the menu why it says, "For two or more people". I should listen to instructions more often.

When we left Melrose the boys were entertained by Serena and I's staggered walk down the street trying to find "Lucky's Bar" all because we thought it would be have been funny to say, "We got lucky". After tripping over several curbs, giggling at everything and speaking our minds far too much, we finally got to Fraser's car where he drove us home and we crashed.