And no, not on the comedians part. My roommate Jocelyne and I went out after a long days work to catch a comedy show, part of the Tumble Weed Project, of a fellow we met in second year residence. Unfortunately, our sense of direction failed us and we were unable to locate Little Mountain Gallery.
Though seemingly a let down, we resorted to spending our cash saved from lack of admission prices on delicious sundaes with chocolate sauce, whipped cream and all. Really, there is no better way to spend a Thursday night in and unseasonably warm May. People watching. Hot fudge. Good company. Now that's golden.
