Milk + Backpack + Labtop = Free Computer Upgrade?
So, I did the unthinkable and destroyed my laptop. The only way I managed to survive the weekend without computer access was by going to Montreal for a weekend of partying with my old, OUTlaw! peeps. Fun was had by all. We stayed in a really great B & B: it had a palatial bathroom, another washroom (for slobs who refuse to bathe like civilized human beings), and very stylishly appointed rooms. Lots of negative space and monochrome walls. It was a little like the house that Rainbow Brite built. But it came off quite well. And the best news of the weekend was that I did drink, but did not get trashed. I did get some cuddling action too, which was nice, though of course I was careful to keep my raging hormones carefully bottled up until I returned home to Joel. We also shopped at Priape (my first visit to the store): definitely where I'd do most of my clothes shopping if we had one here. I found it remarkably and unexpectedly difficult to shop for sexy underwear. I guess it just occurred to me that what I might find sexy on me, my partner might not. Or alternatively, I might not find anything sexy on me (we're all our own worse critics), and my partner would. In the end, I decided that red, white, black, mesh, silk, tight, loose, thong, brief, boxer, jock... the only reason the underwear is sexy is because the models wearing it are built like Greek gods. So I opted to skip the expenditure, and just focus on the gym.
And that was Montreal.
And that was Montreal.