First night back
Amazing how quickly a night can turn around here, with everything stumbling distance from everything else. I had almost given up when the phone rang, and with a hop skip and pair of jeans I was out the door. Ah Bifteck, is there any better place to reunite with Boreale? So the four of us sat down, recounted tales of men and the usual bar chatter, while clambering over McGilligans who seemed to have invaded. I felt old and somehow out of place, but good, so good.
Talk came down to birthday plans, and Krista suggested that she would invite her kids from last year, to which I replied that I would like her to invite a certain one that I'd had a thing for... a vague thing, because hitting on him was way off limits to me. It was too bad really. So we laughed, and she made a mental note.
And the night wore on, we went our separate ways, Helen and I headed downstairs and out for pizza. The 99 cent pizza run just isn't the same anywhere else. Who should happen to be at the counter, waiting for a giant pizza? The very same boy that I had requested for my 22nd, drunk as a skunk. So we chatted, I hit, he hit back, generally positive and I took his number down, promising to call him on Tuesday. The only thing that was bad about it was me pushing a bit too much, asking where he was off to and if he wanted company. He gestured to the door, the blondes shaking their hair out. He had some. Hmmmmm.
We walked up the street, he was so cute. And speaking of, we ran into my ex, fresh from the drink, and had a sidewalk fling conversation. We had run into his girlfriend at the bar in the bathroom, but I hadn't introduced myself, thinking that "oh yeah, I'm your new boyfriend's ex and we are going out tomorrow night" wasn't exactly appropriate. He agreed. As we walked off my companion remarked that he was all over me... I think he was just drunk.
So the night came to a close at three, I hit the bed hard. Today is for breakfast, vibrator shopping and a date with JJ, frankly a well-rounded Montreal day. Here's to my second night!
Talk came down to birthday plans, and Krista suggested that she would invite her kids from last year, to which I replied that I would like her to invite a certain one that I'd had a thing for... a vague thing, because hitting on him was way off limits to me. It was too bad really. So we laughed, and she made a mental note.
And the night wore on, we went our separate ways, Helen and I headed downstairs and out for pizza. The 99 cent pizza run just isn't the same anywhere else. Who should happen to be at the counter, waiting for a giant pizza? The very same boy that I had requested for my 22nd, drunk as a skunk. So we chatted, I hit, he hit back, generally positive and I took his number down, promising to call him on Tuesday. The only thing that was bad about it was me pushing a bit too much, asking where he was off to and if he wanted company. He gestured to the door, the blondes shaking their hair out. He had some. Hmmmmm.
We walked up the street, he was so cute. And speaking of, we ran into my ex, fresh from the drink, and had a sidewalk fling conversation. We had run into his girlfriend at the bar in the bathroom, but I hadn't introduced myself, thinking that "oh yeah, I'm your new boyfriend's ex and we are going out tomorrow night" wasn't exactly appropriate. He agreed. As we walked off my companion remarked that he was all over me... I think he was just drunk.
So the night came to a close at three, I hit the bed hard. Today is for breakfast, vibrator shopping and a date with JJ, frankly a well-rounded Montreal day. Here's to my second night!
posted by Care @ 3:37 p.m.
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