Be Gay, It's The Lord's Day!

As Monday was designated the official day of the hangover, it was decided that we round up the crew and meet for yet another soiree of boozing/dancing/etc. etc. on Sunday night.
We arrived at Charles' apartment, Mandrew in hand (literally), and drank the variety of half-consumed bottles left over from the previous evening. On the way in Marcus' new car Andrew announces that he's "found the greatest love of all inside of me"... and promptly asked them to get off him.
Return of the Buzz was in full effect in no time and so we made our way to Reflections. It was by far the slowest night I've ever seen. There were likely 25 other people in the bar. Pathetic. We had a blast regardless and took advantage of the abundant space on the dancefloor. We danced like complete morons. It was totally embarrassing. I'm the new Hollywood... but with crazier moves. All kinds of moves. I think I can dance. I even invented a new move... I call it the "Whitney snorts a line". It's not right, but it's ok... Fun for the whole family!

At the end of the night the lights came on and we scurried like cock roaches. Off to pizza corner for some 'zza and harrassment. Then a regroup at the Hydrostone to finish off the rest of our booze. Andrew sports the cowboy hat to give us a brokeback moment while Gilles decides to demonstrate the proper way to snort coke off a glass coffee table. Marcus and Stephen sneak off to pass out. It was the end of their Canada Day extend-a-buzz.
Andrew passes out sitting up (semi-on me), Gilles sticks his face to a leather chair and the rest of us go to bed... um, yeah.

Our buzz stops here.

Thanks for a great Canada Gay Weekend boys!