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Fine, so my LJ has been languishing without any sort of an update in a while. Yes, I know. I suck.
A few interesting things happened in Hamilton last week, and are thus recounted for your pleasure:
__Adventures in Hickland
Saturday morning I dropped AP off at his advisor's house so that he could attend a puja... For those wondering, it is an Indian ceremony, probably for cleansing and purification. Suikat had brought him some robes, pants and a scarf from India so he couldn't refuse to wear them. Anyway the darling boy calls me at 7 PM: "Rach, can you pick me up at [Eastgate Mall] in Stoney Creek? Actually make that in front of the Beer Store. The Beer Store at 8 PM. Oh and please bring me a change of clothes, I'm just in my robes, I left my pants and shirt at Suikat's..."
Dutiful girlfriend gets into the car with foreign-born housemate [Alex, citizenship: American] and both set off to find said boyfriend at the beer store. En route, two unfortunate incidents: Inclement weather, and getting lost. "Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap" is heard coming out of my mouth in a rather unattractive squeak. Alex is suitably confounded. "I don't know where we are..." is met with the response, "Neither do I..."
Having driven for about 20 minutes, and having passed the sign for Stoney Creek (at which point a hopeful "I'm sure the mall is around here somewhere?") the sign appears: Fruitland. We've gone too far. Turning around in a church parking lot [thank you Jesus] we head back down towards the bright shiny lights of the city town human trailer park of Stoney Creek. My wipers are going eight billion strokes a second. (I'm exaggerating.) The clock reads: 8:25 PM.
"Oh my god is that the beer store?" Yes, it is! Victory is mine. Half an hour late, but that's ok. AP is crouching by the wall, trying to shield himself from the rain. His robes are a rich wine colour, and woven through with gold threads. Gorgeous. But in a place like Stoney Creek: "I am really glad you guys got here. There were a lot of men in pickup trucks wearing ballcaps that were looking at me funny."
At this point I think it's suitable for me to say that in some ways AP looks like this man.
Rescued, we continue on our way to St Catharines. Rain obscures my vision and I hydroplane once on the QEW travelling 120km/h. Clothes are changed at Bill's house. Beer is consumed, and many Skittles. I crack a wholly inappropriate Holocaust joke. Sean is reduced to infant status by his girlfriend's description of their first meeting. Alex gets into an argument with Gabe's sister.
Happy birthday, Gabe. We all had an amazing time...
__Movie Night at the English House
Dubbed "English House" by Wafaa because of the number of English and Cultural Studies graduate students living there, we come home on Monday night to find Justin has bought an LCD projector. Hooking it up, we watch the weirdest movie I have ever seen: Jean-Luc Goddard's Weekend. Fuck me, that's a weird film. Bourgeois marriages rife with infidelity, screaming matches about status and wrecked cars, a 10-minute scene during which a woman recounts the most bizarre extramarital affair while overwrought by music, and then the longest and most aggravating film sequence I have ever seen: A two-lane French road, packed in one direction, car horns honking in an infernal cacophony, while the main characters (if they can be characterized so) drive by the most bizarre behaviour ever. Gosh, it's no wonder I woke up in a nightmarish mood the next morning.
OK I promised a lot of hilarious anecdotes but it's late and I'm tired. I had an amazing time. I wish I lived in that house. I wish I could go back but it will be a while. Going to a conference in October. Oh my gosh. My brain hurts -- I'm going to stop now. Hope you all have been well, whoever it is that is still reading.
A few interesting things happened in Hamilton last week, and are thus recounted for your pleasure:
__Adventures in Hickland
Saturday morning I dropped AP off at his advisor's house so that he could attend a puja... For those wondering, it is an Indian ceremony, probably for cleansing and purification. Suikat had brought him some robes, pants and a scarf from India so he couldn't refuse to wear them. Anyway the darling boy calls me at 7 PM: "Rach, can you pick me up at [Eastgate Mall] in Stoney Creek? Actually make that in front of the Beer Store. The Beer Store at 8 PM. Oh and please bring me a change of clothes, I'm just in my robes, I left my pants and shirt at Suikat's..."
Dutiful girlfriend gets into the car with foreign-born housemate [Alex, citizenship: American] and both set off to find said boyfriend at the beer store. En route, two unfortunate incidents: Inclement weather, and getting lost. "Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap" is heard coming out of my mouth in a rather unattractive squeak. Alex is suitably confounded. "I don't know where we are..." is met with the response, "Neither do I..."
Having driven for about 20 minutes, and having passed the sign for Stoney Creek (at which point a hopeful "I'm sure the mall is around here somewhere?") the sign appears: Fruitland. We've gone too far. Turning around in a church parking lot [thank you Jesus] we head back down towards the bright shiny lights of the city town human trailer park of Stoney Creek. My wipers are going eight billion strokes a second. (I'm exaggerating.) The clock reads: 8:25 PM.
"Oh my god is that the beer store?" Yes, it is! Victory is mine. Half an hour late, but that's ok. AP is crouching by the wall, trying to shield himself from the rain. His robes are a rich wine colour, and woven through with gold threads. Gorgeous. But in a place like Stoney Creek: "I am really glad you guys got here. There were a lot of men in pickup trucks wearing ballcaps that were looking at me funny."
At this point I think it's suitable for me to say that in some ways AP looks like this man.
Rescued, we continue on our way to St Catharines. Rain obscures my vision and I hydroplane once on the QEW travelling 120km/h. Clothes are changed at Bill's house. Beer is consumed, and many Skittles. I crack a wholly inappropriate Holocaust joke. Sean is reduced to infant status by his girlfriend's description of their first meeting. Alex gets into an argument with Gabe's sister.
Happy birthday, Gabe. We all had an amazing time...
__Movie Night at the English House
Dubbed "English House" by Wafaa because of the number of English and Cultural Studies graduate students living there, we come home on Monday night to find Justin has bought an LCD projector. Hooking it up, we watch the weirdest movie I have ever seen: Jean-Luc Goddard's Weekend. Fuck me, that's a weird film. Bourgeois marriages rife with infidelity, screaming matches about status and wrecked cars, a 10-minute scene during which a woman recounts the most bizarre extramarital affair while overwrought by music, and then the longest and most aggravating film sequence I have ever seen: A two-lane French road, packed in one direction, car horns honking in an infernal cacophony, while the main characters (if they can be characterized so) drive by the most bizarre behaviour ever. Gosh, it's no wonder I woke up in a nightmarish mood the next morning.
OK I promised a lot of hilarious anecdotes but it's late and I'm tired. I had an amazing time. I wish I lived in that house. I wish I could go back but it will be a while. Going to a conference in October. Oh my gosh. My brain hurts -- I'm going to stop now. Hope you all have been well, whoever it is that is still reading.