Friday, March 13, 2009
The Kingshead Pub
My brother and I started the evening at the Kingshead Pub in Vancouver, to meet up with some friends for a few beers and a few laughs. We ended our outing early the next day, scrambling in our parent's kitchen for cheese and water, anything to stave off the hangover that had already begun. Earlier on I'd sketched on quite a few napkins. I didn't keep any this time around, after all it was like my Christmas that I never had.