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Oh, i am just here. Basking, bathing in this bittersweet state they call comfort. Here and there, I've been to montreal and back. I've been to bri's for catch up, anne's for music and robyn's for girl-talk. Yesterday the boys let me ease back into work so i ended up picking garbage up and down woodbine, listening to my iPod, getting paid 10 dollars per hour. Today i napped in the back seat and mark said "carly slept with me! carly slept with me!" We rested in the shade and watched cumulo nimbus clouds slide across the sky in the wind. We made friendship bracelets out of grass and mine stayed on the longest. We talked about mark's womanizing ways and andrew's jaw dropped because those kinds of things are impressive to boys.
Oh! if i could explain the joy and comfort i get when my father sings along with james taylor, well- that would be the day. JT finished a song and my father said, "well, this is a joy!" he smiled and kissed my mom. I've been in one of those moods lately where i give my mom a kiss on the cheek after dinner and i give my dad a hug before bed and they stand there a little surprised for a minute and then they tell me they love me too. I could have done the only child thing, but i miss my sisters. This is my first time not visiting camp since i was 10, they are there without me.
I've started walking around with a little note-pad that someone dubbed as a make-shift journal. It is for writing down things that pop into my head. It is also for intoxicated doodles of a drunk, pregnant (en seigne) darien. It was in my purse all week and now it is lost. Today, while trimming along 16th Avenue, i became inspired by a discussion in the truck and began planning a kick-bum essay on chivalry in the 21st century. This is a note to self.
that is the sunset in Ville de Lery, where my grandmother lives and where darien and i stayed for the week. i had just finished saying that sunsets don't photograph well, they are better when they are just enjoyed. i was wrong.
i spent the long weekend with family in the 1000 islands
cute cousin!
another one
the cottage is small so we only use it for kitchen and bathroom.
there was a shanty town/tent city in the back yard. ali and i slept
in the ghetto tent.
i want to go camping
shadow napped in the car with me
i slept in the green room
playing ball with a 6 year old is an extreme sport.
i bailed over a tent rope in shanty town.
darien arrived and i gave him the tour of Lery which included a trip to the locks. we got there right when a ship was coming in.
the ship was big
darien liked the big ship
agog
no smoking. funny.
we rented pulp fiction and when it was over it was my birthday.
darien & caroline (my cousin). she showed us how to get into town and where to buy the booze. i love her apartment and the street she lives on in right downtown montreal. we are walking to the SAQ to buy peach snapps for pre-drinking.
a tipsy meal. i peed in the washroom there and it was one of the most disgusting things i've ever done. I said, "say cheese!"
darien said, "go fuck yourself." charming boy.
this was really funny at the time
we got to the hotel room and the girls were taking forever to open the door. darien said, "we've got teddy geiger." the door swung open and there was a little chocolate mousse cake with seventeen candles.
i can't remeber which bar this is but i remember i loved it
cheers to montreal!
"fuck both of you!"
blow
job
cabbing to crescent
greek sailors at Thursday's
crazy darien at Ziggy's ( i think)
rhi
we had a semi-private table outside under the stairs
rhi doodling in the note-pad
pointer
sisters
juss wuay
the randall
interesting aim. great picture.
shit kickers
classic
drunken photography
group shot
favourite
the next day was full of great things. the best breakfast ever, lots of the metro, shopping, eating, the museum of contemporary art and NTS.
"whooo!"
"whaaa!"
wine, pasta and pizza for dinner at the cutest little italian restaurant with the nicest waiter ever.
we were on our way back to the metro when we walked past a live jazz bar. we stopped in to watch, nursing an apple martini and a gin & tonic
bus ride to grandma's over the mercier bridge
this is leftover birthday cake from the birthday party i didn't go to at my aunt's house. the other half is for peter, my baby cousin, as we have the same birthday.
this is what i do all day at work
Oh! if i could explain the joy and comfort i get when my father sings along with james taylor, well- that would be the day. JT finished a song and my father said, "well, this is a joy!" he smiled and kissed my mom. I've been in one of those moods lately where i give my mom a kiss on the cheek after dinner and i give my dad a hug before bed and they stand there a little surprised for a minute and then they tell me they love me too. I could have done the only child thing, but i miss my sisters. This is my first time not visiting camp since i was 10, they are there without me.
I've started walking around with a little note-pad that someone dubbed as a make-shift journal. It is for writing down things that pop into my head. It is also for intoxicated doodles of a drunk, pregnant (en seigne) darien. It was in my purse all week and now it is lost. Today, while trimming along 16th Avenue, i became inspired by a discussion in the truck and began planning a kick-bum essay on chivalry in the 21st century. This is a note to self.
that is the sunset in Ville de Lery, where my grandmother lives and where darien and i stayed for the week. i had just finished saying that sunsets don't photograph well, they are better when they are just enjoyed. i was wrong.
i spent the long weekend with family in the 1000 islands
cute cousin!
another one
the cottage is small so we only use it for kitchen and bathroom.
there was a shanty town/tent city in the back yard. ali and i slept
in the ghetto tent.
i want to go camping
shadow napped in the car with me
i slept in the green room
playing ball with a 6 year old is an extreme sport.
i bailed over a tent rope in shanty town.
darien arrived and i gave him the tour of Lery which included a trip to the locks. we got there right when a ship was coming in.
the ship was big
darien liked the big ship
agog
no smoking. funny.
we rented pulp fiction and when it was over it was my birthday.
darien & caroline (my cousin). she showed us how to get into town and where to buy the booze. i love her apartment and the street she lives on in right downtown montreal. we are walking to the SAQ to buy peach snapps for pre-drinking.
a tipsy meal. i peed in the washroom there and it was one of the most disgusting things i've ever done. I said, "say cheese!"
darien said, "go fuck yourself." charming boy.
this was really funny at the time
we got to the hotel room and the girls were taking forever to open the door. darien said, "we've got teddy geiger." the door swung open and there was a little chocolate mousse cake with seventeen candles.
i can't remeber which bar this is but i remember i loved it
cheers to montreal!
"fuck both of you!"
blow
job
cabbing to crescent
greek sailors at Thursday's
crazy darien at Ziggy's ( i think)
rhi
we had a semi-private table outside under the stairs
rhi doodling in the note-pad
pointer
sisters
juss wuay
the randall
interesting aim. great picture.
shit kickers
classic
drunken photography
group shot
favourite
the next day was full of great things. the best breakfast ever, lots of the metro, shopping, eating, the museum of contemporary art and NTS.
"whooo!"
"whaaa!"
wine, pasta and pizza for dinner at the cutest little italian restaurant with the nicest waiter ever.
we were on our way back to the metro when we walked past a live jazz bar. we stopped in to watch, nursing an apple martini and a gin & tonic
bus ride to grandma's over the mercier bridge
this is leftover birthday cake from the birthday party i didn't go to at my aunt's house. the other half is for peter, my baby cousin, as we have the same birthday.
this is what i do all day at work