Cafe Campus

I didn't fall out of the shower, but it was a close thing. I woke up at ten, very confused. Very naked. My clothing strewn around the room. My computer on, msn beeping. How did I sleep through that, I wondered, my speakers were very loud. I threw my mind back to last night. Counted... counted... one, two, three at the meeting, one at the bar, six at the club. Six?! Wait a minute... jesus. Jesus H. Fucking Christ. How am I not dead in a gutter. How am I whole? Must have been the pizza. Mmmm pizza.

If the goal last night was to get utterly smashed and not remember my walk home, then I accomplished my goal. If the goal was to do things I wouldn't ordinarily do, then I accomplished that goal as well. If my goal was to pass out naked with Futurama playing in the background, well damned if I didn't accomplish that one as well. It was a great night.

I am going to miss Ian. Only in Montreal can you have a conversation about social rights, health care and the guy you boned before easter at a dirty club, drinking $2 beers and dancing dirty with your gay boyfriend. Life is amazing.