So today was the best
Jean Baptiste Day ever. This was the weekend to be in Montreal.
Where to begin.
So, basically I've been having a great summer up here. Just this weekend: thursday, I went to Korova where I seriously knew half the bar. DJ and all. I was in good form. It was pretty random, and I thank everyone for bringing up my ego.
Today Susa and I spent the whole day trying to find Baptiste-ey celebrations around the city. Apparently it didn't feel like a real Jean-Baptiste Day because the world cup was going on and everyone was beeping around with Argentinian flags and the Germans Blitzkrieged the Swedes and it was grand prix weekend (although not on my side of town luckily). So we walked around the festival on St-Laurent and stole some Quebecois flags by accident and went to a house party at Kira's with her French roomates and getting in on the Acaidan guy's poker game sometime in the future. I love run on sentences tonight.
I'm meeting so many cool people up here but I really need to get back to NY sometime after my class ends.
Tommorow I'm either going to this guy's house on the east end to go fishing off the docks and ride on his boat, or tam tams. Je ne sais pas.
Anyway. Later in the summer if I ever do a road trip we're doing a stop off here, because hello, I have an apartment up here that's just gathering dust if I'm not in it. Good night liverjournal.