I had the chance tonight to get together with Pete - one of my few
friends on Trinity campus. We blasted the hell out of some zombies
and made them feel pain as their heads and body parts and phalanges
decimated into atmospheric dissonance. It was glorious.
Pete and I then met up with some other Trinity folks and had a few
beverages (as Pete is a fan of all types of Creemore - regular, Ur
Bock and the Pilsner) and sat around in a big common room,
sipping on cold suds.
Pete's dad also owns a wine store in Port Hope which gives him
access to a catacomb of delicious vino.
I like hangin' with Pete.
