So, I broke down and ordered pizza last night instead of cooking. Ate it while watching Smoking Aces. Went out for Adams birthday afterwards which was a lot of fun.

Started at the Fox and Fiddle then headed down to the Bier Markt. Had a few, stupidly expensive 8$ for a Guiness, drinks. Matt and I took off sometime around midnight and headed over to the Royal York Library bar for a few more drinks over there, you can actually hold a conversation without screaming.

So, got up this morning, and what did I have? Sweet, tasty, tasty pizza. So, it worked out perfectly. Perfectly I say.