every now and again i find myself missing university life. where there were no responsibilities [edited: no REAL-life-impacting- responsibilities], it was the norm to go out 3, 4 times a week. and greasy saturday breakfasts at Place Milton were just short of a weekly routine. *sigh*
non-skeezy bars in dt montreal..
wknd trips to nyc..
and making our own fun at house parties..
but then again, i guess it’s kind of nice having an income, and not cramming for those 25 page papers.