Where everybody knows your name

There's just something lovely about knowing that on a Thursday night I can walk in to my local off the street and run into enough people to keep me entertained until Tuesday. Last night was a special treat though.

Rounding out the crowd at BDP was Krista and co, which was really great, and we spent the night over beer talking about sex. How is it that these days, all my bar-talk ends up being sex-talk? Regardless, it was nice to share any bar-talk with a new group of people, great people, and I had another 'leaving-Montreal-moment' that passed as soon as the next round arrived. All these great people that I'm not friends with yet, but probably could be if time would slow down long enough to get to know them.

I was in resounding support of a change of scenery, simply because that change was Bifteck. What can I say? The second I heard it pop out of Mike's mouth I was putting on my coat. Some guys from first year were the first thing I saw when I walked in. Two of them are, without a doubt, my favourite first year boys, and it was lovely to see them and catch up a bit. The evening was a stream of familiar faces, and the best part is that not a one belonged to anybody I had emotional landmines with (although a coworker of mine, a Biffers regular, seemed a little off with me).

My original company left before I did, as I was content to nurse my beer and jump tables. Who was that company? Curly of course. Of course. Can you hear me rolling my eyes? Its too bad we were stuck with someone else around, otherwise I could have gotten a straight answer from the guy. I managed to get enough to find out that there was some mea culpa from Curly. Yes, that's right, the big ol' 'I made a mistake'. Jeez, I didn't know whether to feel screwed around, and maybe I do a little bit, but he's a sweet guy so I will let it pass, plus any man admitting he made a mistake is worth something. I didn't even see the damn thing coming, and you can blame it on the beer, but it took me a few hours to realize that what I had deemed harmless flirting was actually him trying to backpedal. As much as I don't believe in making out with people in my bar, one thing did lead to another... I'll just have to get the whole story tonight.