The whole party was insane. Definately a memorable party. As a Canadian, I now understand just how great my country is in comparison to everyone else's. I came with a number of friends, many Canadian, a couple Americans and a Bulgarian. Brett made it a point to mention that Canadians party like madmen and he just couldn't keep up.
I got pretty hammered, pretty fast so I went home somewhat early. The street was packed and police were having a hard time controlling the crowd at times. They still played it calm and wore Canadian "London Racers" helmets over their own police caps with pride. I'm sure they enjoyed their night.
I was surprised at how many of my friends wore sandals, despite my warnings. There was so much broken glass from beer bottles and pint glasses, that it must have been a miricle that no one was cut.
On my way home, I made the genius decision to walk down the stairs. It was not smart to walk down 193 steps. Not many, but it was a spiral staircase and I almost passed out 2/3 down.
Got home and found a girl in my bed, and I didn't even know her, but that's another story.
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