Where did SHE come from?
Back from hiatus! Yay!
Ah Montreal, city of hedonism and drunken stupidity... although I have been pretty good. Spent my last two days getting everything in order (although its been difficult, my phone just this second got connected) (Yes I know its 5am) (Yeas I'm an insomniac).
This morning Apartment Boy came over. At first I wondered if there was anything going on, but it did feel slightly off platonic. Go figure, I ended up with the best hug of my entire life, and some other stuff that maybe I shouldn't get in to. I still can't get a read though, rang him about halfway through my evening and didn't get a warm response... I will leave him be. Tomorrow is the first day of frosh and I have to find Ra-Gel and get my bracelet :)
Tonight I hit OAP with Jess... ostensibly we were there to see Jonah's band perform, but really, we were there to get drunk and do it as cheaply as possible. Adam and... whoever that cute blonde girl was are our gods. We paid $10 for a 5 punch ticket, got 8 beers on the first ticket and 6 so far on the second. Needless to say it was dirty. Silly silly silly. Apart from the dancing. I am a whole new person... hehe.
I have Blonde Boy's phone number... that was random. Just sortof asked for it... I can't remember how we met now, but he knows me because there was smiling and then small talk preceding my casual inquiry about a telephone number. Maybe he was drunk... but whatever the reasons, I managed to pin up his number after I stumbled home and made grilled cheese sandwiches, and now it is staring at me from my bulletin board. I wonder if I should call him? Will he even remember me? I don't actually know if he knows my name. Ah this is something to go over with Jess at a more reasonable hour. Frankly she was as shocked as I was, if not moreso. I blame her for all the randomness that followed that moment... shit... that was my eighth beer of the night, its no wonder I can't remember how I got home after I left that guy I was chatting with on the corner of University. I do recall thinking how funny it was that he felt it necessary to warn me that he had a girlfriend. I am also in possession of passes to 281... now that's random. Who was that guy? Again, ask Jess, she knows everybody. Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, the eighth beer. Jess found us a frosh leader and free beer, not that we needed it. I think I objected until it was in my hand, at which point it would have been alcohol abuse if I hadn't drank it. Poor beer. Right, then blonde boy showed up. Wow, what a crazy night. Apparently we are doing it again when they play next week. Sheesh.
I should try sleep again, although CBC is showing Olympic coverage that I could entertain myself with... or make another grilled cheese. Mmmmm.
Ah Montreal, city of hedonism and drunken stupidity... although I have been pretty good. Spent my last two days getting everything in order (although its been difficult, my phone just this second got connected) (Yes I know its 5am) (Yeas I'm an insomniac).
This morning Apartment Boy came over. At first I wondered if there was anything going on, but it did feel slightly off platonic. Go figure, I ended up with the best hug of my entire life, and some other stuff that maybe I shouldn't get in to. I still can't get a read though, rang him about halfway through my evening and didn't get a warm response... I will leave him be. Tomorrow is the first day of frosh and I have to find Ra-Gel and get my bracelet :)
Tonight I hit OAP with Jess... ostensibly we were there to see Jonah's band perform, but really, we were there to get drunk and do it as cheaply as possible. Adam and... whoever that cute blonde girl was are our gods. We paid $10 for a 5 punch ticket, got 8 beers on the first ticket and 6 so far on the second. Needless to say it was dirty. Silly silly silly. Apart from the dancing. I am a whole new person... hehe.
I have Blonde Boy's phone number... that was random. Just sortof asked for it... I can't remember how we met now, but he knows me because there was smiling and then small talk preceding my casual inquiry about a telephone number. Maybe he was drunk... but whatever the reasons, I managed to pin up his number after I stumbled home and made grilled cheese sandwiches, and now it is staring at me from my bulletin board. I wonder if I should call him? Will he even remember me? I don't actually know if he knows my name. Ah this is something to go over with Jess at a more reasonable hour. Frankly she was as shocked as I was, if not moreso. I blame her for all the randomness that followed that moment... shit... that was my eighth beer of the night, its no wonder I can't remember how I got home after I left that guy I was chatting with on the corner of University. I do recall thinking how funny it was that he felt it necessary to warn me that he had a girlfriend. I am also in possession of passes to 281... now that's random. Who was that guy? Again, ask Jess, she knows everybody. Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, the eighth beer. Jess found us a frosh leader and free beer, not that we needed it. I think I objected until it was in my hand, at which point it would have been alcohol abuse if I hadn't drank it. Poor beer. Right, then blonde boy showed up. Wow, what a crazy night. Apparently we are doing it again when they play next week. Sheesh.
I should try sleep again, although CBC is showing Olympic coverage that I could entertain myself with... or make another grilled cheese. Mmmmm.
posted by Care @ 10:21 a.m.
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