Out of town visitor insanity

There is always the joy of having a visitor from out of town come to stay in Montreal. There is double that joy if this person has never been to Montreal before. Montreal is fun, its crazy, its something unlike anything most people have ever seen. It doesn't make sense... like that last sentence.

I had a visitor last night, my friend Jenna, whom I met one year ago on a terrifying drive into Montreal. She's lovely and good fun, so out we went to paint the town.

Basically I now feel wretched, having drunk myself silly Thursday night to forget all about my awful crap terrible midterms. Then, showing Jenna around, naturally involved getting her (and myself) dead silly and running around Montreal at 3am. The night was complete: Cheap dinner and BYOB wine, Boreale, Bifteck and of course, dirty dancing at J-Room while avoiding even dirtier men. Ah what a night. Woke up late and had a grungy breakfast, of course.

Tonight, tonight I miss Roomie. He and I almost had our first fight last night, avoided only by his unswerving good humour and recognition that in fact, he was to blame. I, of course, apologized as soon as I realized what a brat I had been... He has invited me to join him and some chick friends in town from Toronto for someone's birthday. I really want to go to see him, but I'm scared of the girls and scared of the cost and scared I won't have a good time being scared of the girls and basically hating dancing and not wanting to get drunk and knowing I have to impress them because I'm his girlfriend and they have all heard the shit from Apartment Boy's ex ex. Sigh. Neurotic is so much work. Why can't I just be comfortable? Why can't I just dance like I do in my house? Like I want to do right now to this wicked song I just downloaded? Maybe I will have a good time... maybe I'll have an amazing time... maybe it'd be nice to get dressed up... ahhhh who am I kidding. I'm a neurotic mess and I hate clubs. Plus, I am so pickled right now.