Ain't missing you at all...
Now who can identify the sweet 80s song that I've picked as my anthem du jour? Bonus points if you get it right. Its pertinent for a whole slew of reasons (and isn't that what makes an anthem mine?) and I will slowly and painfully explain them, yes indeed, after going through the bare bones account of the past few days. Its been a long time I know.
Thursday night we hit a movie, none of us being in the mood for more poison. We saw Crash, which was excellent, and ran through coffee en route home. A nice girls night out. Friday night was eventful enough. As is quickly becoming my norm, we schlepped downtown towards the Cambie, hit another pub for a pint because the line was obscene, then made friends with the bouncer (props Alicia) to get in past the slightly less obscene line that remained. Had a few drinks but nothing ridiculous, which was nice for a change. Got hair molested which was suprisingly invasive. As tends to happen out there, got split from my companions and we all entered our own little worlds. Lost track of them after a while, but you can't be too attached at the Cambie, you need to know that the people you're with can take care of themselves if need be. Its part of the allure of the place. So I fell in with some Brits from a certain Scottish university that I'd visited last summer, almost a year ago to date actually. And it came that I was talking to a man I found quite adorable, and frankly the accent killed me, and hilarious to boot. And yes I stole a kiss, but returned it and then some. It was a nice night.
Saturday. Saturday we trekked and beat our bodies into submission, as my more than should be hungover self was awoken at 10:30 by knocking. "This had better be good" I growled. It was Petey, and a short time later three ladies were off in search of grease. We found it. Five coffees, half a bottle of syrup and three huge breakfasts later we were done. DONE. I don't think I have ever eaten so much in one sitting before. Unbelievable. We wandered around fourth, I waited for my phone to ring, and ultimately came down to French Fest. Which was a good time. Snuck in little micks and mixed under our chairs. Apart from some random unpleasantness later on in the evening, Alicia and I managed to stage a repeat of our Friday. Well. Almost. Except not nearly as successful. Ran into some awkwardness until I fell in with my chat of the night. She trusted hers but probably shouldn't have. I took an early leave with John and returned home after perhaps one beer too many.
Yesterday we walked the city, it was sunny for the first time in weeks. Breakfast, beach, dinner out, it was a lovely day. Today seems even better weather-wise, but my still-silent phone is getting wearing. Yes I know, I do it to myself. Indeed having reflected on the course of the evening I decided that I have nobody to blame but myself and hopefully I will learn next time. Dammit.
So I am about to lose a very good friend for a very long time, so I'm heading outside to call and beg for some time before she leaves. I don't deserve it, having been far too wrapped up in this whole French camp thing. Damn camp. Well, only a few more days to go and as yet is dry as the Sahara desert. That and the fact that I will miss the good times... well I'll miss it. In response to the question of "will you come home early" I gave a resounding "no." I like these people.
As for the name? Well, I get no mails, I get no love. And I tell myself the same thing that he does. Amazing really?
Thursday night we hit a movie, none of us being in the mood for more poison. We saw Crash, which was excellent, and ran through coffee en route home. A nice girls night out. Friday night was eventful enough. As is quickly becoming my norm, we schlepped downtown towards the Cambie, hit another pub for a pint because the line was obscene, then made friends with the bouncer (props Alicia) to get in past the slightly less obscene line that remained. Had a few drinks but nothing ridiculous, which was nice for a change. Got hair molested which was suprisingly invasive. As tends to happen out there, got split from my companions and we all entered our own little worlds. Lost track of them after a while, but you can't be too attached at the Cambie, you need to know that the people you're with can take care of themselves if need be. Its part of the allure of the place. So I fell in with some Brits from a certain Scottish university that I'd visited last summer, almost a year ago to date actually. And it came that I was talking to a man I found quite adorable, and frankly the accent killed me, and hilarious to boot. And yes I stole a kiss, but returned it and then some. It was a nice night.
Saturday. Saturday we trekked and beat our bodies into submission, as my more than should be hungover self was awoken at 10:30 by knocking. "This had better be good" I growled. It was Petey, and a short time later three ladies were off in search of grease. We found it. Five coffees, half a bottle of syrup and three huge breakfasts later we were done. DONE. I don't think I have ever eaten so much in one sitting before. Unbelievable. We wandered around fourth, I waited for my phone to ring, and ultimately came down to French Fest. Which was a good time. Snuck in little micks and mixed under our chairs. Apart from some random unpleasantness later on in the evening, Alicia and I managed to stage a repeat of our Friday. Well. Almost. Except not nearly as successful. Ran into some awkwardness until I fell in with my chat of the night. She trusted hers but probably shouldn't have. I took an early leave with John and returned home after perhaps one beer too many.
Yesterday we walked the city, it was sunny for the first time in weeks. Breakfast, beach, dinner out, it was a lovely day. Today seems even better weather-wise, but my still-silent phone is getting wearing. Yes I know, I do it to myself. Indeed having reflected on the course of the evening I decided that I have nobody to blame but myself and hopefully I will learn next time. Dammit.
So I am about to lose a very good friend for a very long time, so I'm heading outside to call and beg for some time before she leaves. I don't deserve it, having been far too wrapped up in this whole French camp thing. Damn camp. Well, only a few more days to go and as yet is dry as the Sahara desert. That and the fact that I will miss the good times... well I'll miss it. In response to the question of "will you come home early" I gave a resounding "no." I like these people.
As for the name? Well, I get no mails, I get no love. And I tell myself the same thing that he does. Amazing really?
posted by Care @ 6:11 p.m.
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