Practice was thoroughly canceled. My drinking buddy called me with severe bf issues (she slept with her room-mate last night); pretty god damn sick of being her therapist. Went over and made sure she was okay. We're gonna (try to) go to the same club again (4th fucking time we've planned to go there). We bought some vodka and vermouth at a liquor store for pregaming and the motherfucker didn't give us a bag, so I had to walk down the street carrying two bottles of liquor in plain sight, wtf.
