Breaking Promises For Canada Day

“I woke up with substantially less money and vowed never to party again. Well at least til 4th of July.“

Those were my words earlier this week.

I only lasted til Wednesday. As Maxie would say, “life is hard.”

Technically it wasn’t partying, it was a happy hour, a happy hour I wasn’t supposed to be at originally.

Diana and Brett invited me to a happy hour over at O’Sullivan’s (conveniently located near my house) to celebrate Canada Day. I declined the invite citing I had an event to attend at the Spy Museum, however it appears I was mistaken. I showed up there and it was the wrong day. FML.

So I take the Metro back to Clarendon just in time to meet up with Diana and Brett. There was a fun crowd at the bar, full of red clothing and accents. Oh I love the accents.

Since Brett is Canadian the two took extra steps to celebrate properly, they showed up with a decorated cake that we presented to the bar’s owner who happened to be Canadian. So why is it an Irish bar? Well apparently his wife is the Irish one.

At the bar I had the oddest run in. Last year I went on a bar crawl with Rebecca, Adam, and some friends; and we met up with Seth, a friend of Camille who also used to work with Emily. I thought it was funny and we took a photo and sent it to Emily.

Fast forward to last night. I am cutting up the cake to pass around to bar patrons and I offer some cake to a table of guys sitting next to ours. They thank us and this one guy looks at me and goes, “hey I know you- you know Emily!”

I instantly remembered who he was.

“Ya didn’t we have some drinks together a while back? Pho. That’s your name right? Everybody calls you Pho!”

This much was true.

Fate had brought us together a year later under similar conditions. We took another photo to celebrate and sent that one to Emily too.

You would think that maybe he lives close to me or something but he actually lives all the way out in Dunn Loring. What are the odds?

So a few rounds of Lebatt Blue and some Poutine led to going back to my place to watch Role Models, the funniest film that involves LARPING.

Needless to say I woke up again with less money in my wallet, but not in as bad of a shape. However for lunch I just had 4 slices of pizza. I think I need the gym like whoa.

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