After meeting up with some kids for a drink at Weavers, Andréa and I decided we would make a first ever venture to Lauriers infamous "Turret" to track down housemate Chris and surprise him. We biked to Laurier and eventually found how to get to the Turret. As we were going up the stairs, we passed several people going down who informed us "it was DEAD" "there's noone there" We proceeded up anyway and were flabbergasted to see absolutely NOONE in the bar other than the employees. REDIC. Well at least we got to see what it looked like. We breifly checked out Wilfs before debating where we might find Chris. We headed to Phils to find out about cover (every night starting at 9) and then checked bus times to see if we could get to Ren. We couldn't, so we went back to our bikes and headed to Fed Hall, which was also dead but had at least a few souls inside. Hungry for fries, we stopped at Bomber but it was closed (it's now 1:15). Finally we headed home...where we found Chris. We all just chilled for a bit then went to bed.
And ohhhhhhhh how good it felt to sleep in finally today.