Aaron's sneaker and my boot outside the Copper Tank on Broadway, the second bar we went to while celebrating Steph's birthday. We kept Dennis company and talked to a chatty but nice girl who seemed to have been hit on and subsequently threatened by the douchiest guy in Vancouver - apparently he was all over her and then when she mentioned she had a boyfriend, he said, "I've beaten up bigger girls than you, you know." WHAT. THE SHIT.
I started my journey home around 12:30 and it was one of those wonderful times where you only have to wait a few minutes for the bus, which pulls up just as the skytrain is coming in, which arrives a minute before the bus home. No standing around wondering if it'd be worth it to just take a cab.
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