I sleep in, eat salad with balsamic vinegarette for lunch. Everyone comes home and we eat. Late. Watching the Olympics and talking about hockey, which I don't really know how to do yet. But I'm learning. Chippy. We go to Valentine's Day and I talk loudly on a bus. Buckley tells me to shut up and then runs away like Gandalf. I win at scrabble, I win at scrabble, Clair wins at scrabble, I pout on the couch.
Montreal:
Cute little hostel with the mismatched sheets and seperate entrance. French boys in the hallway speaking to each other. Pee Pee in the alley, trying to remember what Faith said. Drunken girls on the corner after dollar beer night. Buying raisin glossettes and more cheap beer. Robert lives in the Second Cup. Wood Pigeon play and Faith smokes three cigarettes to my one half of a grape primetime. There's a Polish Jew named Brian and his friend with the pleather coat. We leave an impossibly drunk Faith in the snow and slide into a cab.
Possibly the richest pasta ever. Wet socks. Chocolate crepe, with bananas and strawberries. Walking down a slope, hoping not to fall. Metro ride. Second story apartments and Hasidic Jews. Hasidic Jews running with their fur hats and tiny ringlets. With their baguettes and cute little kids. Clair tells me I look like a hick and we visit a bookstore. Shopping, shopping, McDonalds, AVATAR. Another lazy cab ride home.
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