Life has been very busy around here lately. My montreal (now St. John's) amigo, Adam, came to visit for the Halloween week. And now, Kelkel is down from Winnipeg for the week. Rest assured that with Kelkel around there will be no shortage of dirty talk or cock jokes.
It was really great to have Adam around-- we hadn't seen each other since summer of 04 when we were at McGill together. It's a really funny feeling playing catch up, although we've kept in touch via email, being face to face playing confession was really something. How does one sum up so much time? And such a tangle of sexy events? We drank a lot of wine and he cooked me lots of nice food. We went to curry village. This is a big deal (and very likely could have been a Seinfeild plot):
Curry Village has my favorite meal ever to eat:
Samosa
Chicken Dhansak
Palao Rice
Naan
Each week, for years, I went there religiously(ew, what a word to use, too) with my exfiancee for this meal. The owner came to know and love us. Then, of course, after we broke up neither of us returned. Until last April during one of those 'we can be friends and have dinner'or, aka my rebound from the rebound. The owner ran over to us yelling where have you been?! To which my ex casually replied,
oh out of the county. This cool deceit disgusted me. Ugh.
A few months ago, I had a craving and strategized that if I got take out, I wouldn't have to explain where I'd been the past 6 months. But, when I went to pick it up, I was bombarded by concern again and questions. I casually replied
oh, I moved to Vancouver. My cool deceit filled me with self-disgust. Ugh...UGH!
Seemingly, it was although telling the truth to this lovely curry village man would somehow hurt him. Which is just complete nonsense. But I just couldn't do it.
After telling Adam this story, he decided that
we had to go.
So we did, and the meal was lovely and lovely Mr. Curry Village brought us over free wine vivicously boasting, "I've known this girl for 5 years!!!" and demanding that I come see him more often. The three of us talked for over 1/2 an hr--
And I felt...finally...free.
*single tear*
hahaha.
In other news, the other day my mom said that having a cat has smoothed out some of my rough edges. To an extent, I agree that I'm probably 28-36% nicer these days. But she wasen't witness to the physical/super booze drenched fight I had at the Speakeasy Halloween show with Mark Black. That's right; you're a cocksucker, Mark Black. Not so secretive now, are you. After the dispute, Niall arrived at my house to a girl dressed as a slutty zebra with a bag of frozen peas on her jaw.
The EPs (all 500 of them) arrived yesterday. The baby was delivered. We are all basking in the glow of motherhood. Except deadbeat dad, Sean, of course. Hi Sean! Just kidding.
Last night, Andrew Brad and I --along with production team Ed and Amy, had quite a little drink off and listened to it at my place and then did an interview. I was bummed that for the gazillionth time I missed Loose ,after saying I'd go for sure, but dem's the breaks.
Other Headlines:
-I love having a boyfriend to speak french with.
-I have a cell phone, and am, consequently not punk rock.
-Newwave and I are planning a XTC mega dance party.
-There's a NASCAD party tomorrow with windom earle which will be a good time.
Oh right, studying. Fack.
