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[pellucidrocksta]

so i'm still in montreal, and i'm partying frantically because i have to leave in september and return to the social wasteland that is my cambridge existence. i actually get sick if i skip a night out on the weekend, chills, nausea, vertigo, so then i throw back a drink and grab the celly and throw myself on the metro and i have yet to regret it. i forget what its like to sleep in for the sheer sake of it and not out of exhaustion but i also know i'll remember what thats like someday so i'm not worried. mr. raby came up this weekend and took me to the ani show at the spectrum, so that was wicked. and we accidentally picked up a hotel room full of ani groupies, so that was sort of cool. i took them all to my favourite bar and they seemed to enjoy it. oh and i saw boobs. so all in all: for a night i was concerned about (seeing as to how i was real hungover when i got mark at the train station and honestly didn't know if i'd be able to muster up the ben-ness to do anything entertaining that soir) it really turned out damn ok.

i spent friday night and all day sunday with Natalie, which was cute. we got our picture taken with the transvestite dj at saphir; we went to tams and danced with the hippies and pretended we were ninjas. we blew bubbles and ate mangoes cut in the shapes of flowers and drew carefull lines in her sketchbook, wrote careful lines in mine, read poe, left tamtams and wandered through crowds of sunburnt jazzfans while we caught the end of the jazz festival. we gave each other permission to go home when we caught each other nodding off mid sax-riff and danced all the way to the metro.