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I visited Trix on my way back to Sherbrooke after Christmas. I spent most of the trip there on a subway blindfolded with a walkman on my ears blasting "Master of Puppets" so I couldn't hear the lilting French stop announcements. We had tea and some chocolates and candied peanuts, and every time I tried to look out the window to get my bearings Keggers would punch me in the face. I suggested curtains to save wear on the knuckles, but Keggers said "no, that's okay, I'm good" and punched me in the face a few more times for good measure.
That being said: Trix has an awesome pad with great crashing couches and lots of floorspace, and a really nice vibe (both her and her apartment). I almost regret having somewhere else to stay, because I think it's going to be a great base camp for an awesome Barbeweekend. |
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