Tonight Erin, Kathleen, Hannah, Andy, and I went to a bar off Whyte Ave called Cook County. It is a definite country bar, complete with a mechanical bull (although it was out of comission). Although Erin left too early, it was really fun. I "danced" with Hannah after considerable persuasion. When I say "danced", I mean I was imitating a seizure. In addition to that, I tried to throw in dance moves from the jive, the two step, and anything else I could remember to give the impression that I was leading.
When Andy and Kathleen left, Hannah and I had to get a ride home with a guy she knew. It was weird that as soon as she called him, he just walked up to us on the street. This leads me to believe she has a stalker. Creepy.
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