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Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Someday I would like to figure out what it is about being here that makes me feel so good. It's not just the warm, fuzzy, soft-but-not-too-soft couches. Though they help, don't get me wrong.
And it's not just Montreal, with it's lust for life, availability of anything, and pencil-thin-girls in pencil-thin-heels. (The girls made me feel inadequate, until all my friends commented about how in shape I am. Now I feel flirtatious).
Rather, it's the peeps. The Arran, Jesse, Jen, Derrick, Rux, Palma, Tom, Jesse (again) loveliness. Writing to my sister made me realize that Arran and I are close. Like sisters close. (Though, Emilie, you can rest assured that nothing can replace years of watching me try - and fail - to dance). Of course "like sisters" might not mean as much coming from someone who will avoid talking on the phone at all costs. Like sisters when in town. Like estranged when not. Meep.
But, speaking of pencil-thin-girls and flirtations...
So I'm in the Provigo on Parc street, just a few steps from Arran's. And, because I'm so close and the weather is inexplicably nice, I go out wearing my ancient comfy knit sweater, my Fry boots, a cream scarf carelessly flung around my shoulders and, yes, wollen mittens. It didn't occur to me that this might tap the sartorialist appetites of the McGill grocery crowd. That this get up = cute. So I was very pleasantly surprised when, whilst foraging for sesame sauce (never found, by the way neither in the grocery store nor in Arran's fridge - I am not bright).. anyway, whilst foraging for this sauce, I catch a pleasantly hebraic undergrad scoping me out.
Oh, what's this then? I meander along the sauce aisle as said kid and his roomate try to determine what goes into tacos, then make my way to milk. To encounter kid there, casually perusing diary.
Ah ha. It's been so long since I've been scoped out, I'd forgotten how good it feels. Glowy all day. Ah, McGill. It's like one vast speed dating service.
Which makes me miss Dan quite a bit, actually. One of the best parts of going away is coming back again.
And it's not just Montreal, with it's lust for life, availability of anything, and pencil-thin-girls in pencil-thin-heels. (The girls made me feel inadequate, until all my friends commented about how in shape I am. Now I feel flirtatious).
Rather, it's the peeps. The Arran, Jesse, Jen, Derrick, Rux, Palma, Tom, Jesse (again) loveliness. Writing to my sister made me realize that Arran and I are close. Like sisters close. (Though, Emilie, you can rest assured that nothing can replace years of watching me try - and fail - to dance). Of course "like sisters" might not mean as much coming from someone who will avoid talking on the phone at all costs. Like sisters when in town. Like estranged when not. Meep.
But, speaking of pencil-thin-girls and flirtations...
So I'm in the Provigo on Parc street, just a few steps from Arran's. And, because I'm so close and the weather is inexplicably nice, I go out wearing my ancient comfy knit sweater, my Fry boots, a cream scarf carelessly flung around my shoulders and, yes, wollen mittens. It didn't occur to me that this might tap the sartorialist appetites of the McGill grocery crowd. That this get up = cute. So I was very pleasantly surprised when, whilst foraging for sesame sauce (never found, by the way neither in the grocery store nor in Arran's fridge - I am not bright).. anyway, whilst foraging for this sauce, I catch a pleasantly hebraic undergrad scoping me out.
Oh, what's this then? I meander along the sauce aisle as said kid and his roomate try to determine what goes into tacos, then make my way to milk. To encounter kid there, casually perusing diary.
Ah ha. It's been so long since I've been scoped out, I'd forgotten how good it feels. Glowy all day. Ah, McGill. It's like one vast speed dating service.
Which makes me miss Dan quite a bit, actually. One of the best parts of going away is coming back again.
# posted by Spot @ 3:01 p.m.
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Monday, February 26, 2007
My Favourite Mistake
It's over! The excitement / dread / pandemonium of mooting. My latest (and last) moot is done. And I've decided it was my favourite mistake of the year.
Favourite because I was able to go to Ottawa and visit the Vimy guides, thereby enjoying an excellent reunion. Also, Sara is engaged! Woot!
[Mistake because French is HARD. Legal French very. But I steeeel dee-liver eet een a verry sexy ac-cent]
And now I'm in Montreal, with Arran, and all is right again. Bagels, mmm.
Next post: life as a criminal prosecutor = hours of fun
Favourite because I was able to go to Ottawa and visit the Vimy guides, thereby enjoying an excellent reunion. Also, Sara is engaged! Woot!
[Mistake because French is HARD. Legal French very. But I steeeel dee-liver eet een a verry sexy ac-cent]
And now I'm in Montreal, with Arran, and all is right again. Bagels, mmm.
Next post: life as a criminal prosecutor = hours of fun
# posted by Spot @ 6:00 p.m.
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