Happy Birthday to Me
I feel like that fat guy in that episode of the simpsons where Krusty gets busted for tax avoision (evasion? well I say avoision). Oh crap! I shouldn't have said he was a customer! Oh crap! I shouldn't have said it was a secret! Oh Crap! I certainly shouldn't have said it was illegal! Ehhhh, its too hot.
Indeed it is too hot, and humid, and I feel like I really shouldn't have spent my afternoon drinking yesterday.
What has Montreal held? An awful lot. Saturday night got a ride home from a random party from a so-called Jay-Z look-alike and stumbled into bed. Spent Sunday walking around, deep in conversation, and met Numoy at the bus station. We hit the lame Sunday town, managing to come up with some Montreal randomness all the same. Monday we sat in the sunshine on campus, my first return since I arrived here last week. To be honest, it wasn't nearly as bad as I had expected, mostly we just felt old. Ran into Petra on her way to run errands, and we decided the time had come for afternoon beers... which led into evening beers, which led to meeting random Scotsmen (who may be joining us tonight for some birthday celebrations) and me stumbing up to JJ's and bursting through the door at seven, singing at the top of my lungs. Drinking in the afternoon is bad, but so much fun.
Now I'm a little concerned I'm sick. Twenty-two hits me hard, and I feel older. I would love to wax poetic about the last year of my life, but right now I'm more focused on avoiding disease and trying to hydrate as much as possible. Tonight will, I think, be full of meds and beers, a lovely combination. My fortune cookie from last night read, "People find it difficult to resist your persuasive manner" so here's to hoping that all comes through. I must say, I am so happy to be here, and anticipate a sappy toast at least once tonight. So raise a glass, here's to squeezing one last Montreal Birthday out of my life.
Indeed it is too hot, and humid, and I feel like I really shouldn't have spent my afternoon drinking yesterday.
What has Montreal held? An awful lot. Saturday night got a ride home from a random party from a so-called Jay-Z look-alike and stumbled into bed. Spent Sunday walking around, deep in conversation, and met Numoy at the bus station. We hit the lame Sunday town, managing to come up with some Montreal randomness all the same. Monday we sat in the sunshine on campus, my first return since I arrived here last week. To be honest, it wasn't nearly as bad as I had expected, mostly we just felt old. Ran into Petra on her way to run errands, and we decided the time had come for afternoon beers... which led into evening beers, which led to meeting random Scotsmen (who may be joining us tonight for some birthday celebrations) and me stumbing up to JJ's and bursting through the door at seven, singing at the top of my lungs. Drinking in the afternoon is bad, but so much fun.
Now I'm a little concerned I'm sick. Twenty-two hits me hard, and I feel older. I would love to wax poetic about the last year of my life, but right now I'm more focused on avoiding disease and trying to hydrate as much as possible. Tonight will, I think, be full of meds and beers, a lovely combination. My fortune cookie from last night read, "People find it difficult to resist your persuasive manner" so here's to hoping that all comes through. I must say, I am so happy to be here, and anticipate a sappy toast at least once tonight. So raise a glass, here's to squeezing one last Montreal Birthday out of my life.
posted by Care @ 7:58 p.m.
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