I celebrate in style.

For real. Last night, I finished the last of Chris's suggested edits, emailed my paper to Vasuda, and then I was done. And confused. I never know what to do with myself at the end of exams - so I watched two full episodes of Degrassi and knit. Then I went and picked up Paul and we went to the Magpie, where I had two bottles of 50*, and then...

....then I had The Best Beer in the World (see fig. 1).

Figure 1. The Best Beer in the World. Voted by some sort of election that was valid enough to support the production of lite-brite style signs to hide in corners in bars near you. I'm not even going to comment on the bottle because I am still a little overwhelmed.

The best beer in the world finished me off - I nursed it for quite a while, walked Paul home, and then I wandered back towards my place. I got about halfway there, realized that I wasn't tired, just drunk, and went to Mark's house instead. He fed me chocolate, then we came back here and watched a movie.

*Which has apparently become a hipster staple? I drink 50 because it reminds me of Neighbours and Dorey having to roll under a fence because he couldn't climb over it, and somehow mocking the two of us at the same time. Every time I skated to that place I would convince myself I was going to stay only for a bit, and every time I skated home I would promise myself that I would bring a helmet next time. Oh, Hamilton. Anyways, so now I don't really want to drink 50 if its become all stylish - thats so antithetical to the cause. So now I have to find something new.