Then she asked to see what I was listening to on my iPod and chatted with me for a bit about the bands she likes.
Then she took a photo of me with her camera phone and asked the (obviously tourist) teenage girls behind her where York street was before realizing we were parked at the York street stop and running out rather lopsidedly.
I think she was drunk. The whole thing was a little weird. According to my sister she apparently is an alcoholic, and I guess she'd be the expert and all as she's fifteen and has her foot in that drawer.
She was with this blonde guy who I felt I should have recognized because he looked pretty familiar, but given her behavior she could have very well picked him up on the way to York street.
In related news, I found out Sunday that apparently Heath Leger lives barely a few feet from my apartment. Theoretically I can see the backyard of his place from my window. The things you learn, eh?
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