It’s my high school’s 40th Anniversary Weekend this May Long weekend, aka. official kickoff summer weekend. I decided at the last minute to skip out on it after much hemming and hawing because it’s terrible timiing with respect to my work life.
The fact that the bar that my grad decade is going to is douche central has absolutely nothing to do with it. I just squeaked into the 00s, so it makes sense because The Cabin is the sort of bar I *loved* when I was a minor/a bar star, now? It’s like subjecting me to 6 hours of Axe commercials/shitty campus beer gardens.
I sort of agreed to swing by the Trillium province sometime in July (most likely for Canada Day/my mother’s birthday) so a trip home is inevitable, just temporarily delayed.