Day Four-Entry Four

The Ping Pong dude


Yet again, I end up writing in my journal after consuming several alchoholic drinks. My script in the original journal is messy and varies in size continuously.


Ok. We're breathless. Just ran down the stairs to the car, which is in a parking garage. We didn't breathe because it smells like pee in there.

Returning from our first expedition on the town tonight. Sat in the park listening to some band on a gigantic stage play random genres of music. When they played some weird TV show music we walked away. But we didn't get too far when suddenly they played Irish celtic somethin or other.

Point is
we danced a jig.
And oh yes, we danced like fools.

It was exhausting. But it had to be done. Earlier we played Ping Pong with this little dude we met. Aaron busted out the now famous line "Where were yea on that one buddy?? NOWHERE!!"
But seriously he was pretty good. Our Quebec sports extravaganza is in full force. Pool. Foosball. Ping Pong. We are masters of them all!
FUCK YEA

Having good times.