ate chocolate covered shrooms, stood on the firestation (ew) balcony and people watched for three hours with my two best friends (I was Janis Joplin, One was an oompa loompa, and the other was Courtney Love) which actually ended up being pretty chill. Thankfully we gotta drive from friends back into Sandy Hill, smoked some joints and walked around, sat on someone's porch while my buddy dressed as Slash played guitar and sang. Then we went into the market and made friends with the the random people down there, smoked more joints, smashed our own pumpkins and blamed it on the neighbours, ran into more random people. Got the most terrifying phone call at about 4:30, some dude was calling his girlfriend to say he had cheated on her and was drunk but called the wrong number.....weiiiiiird. As the sun started to rise, we smoked one last joint and I walked home. good times.