House Warming Party 2

I have missed for too long, hanging out into the wee hours of the night with these guys. Sure we go out, but going to someone's apartment is so much more fun. This from the second edition of the house warming party that made me feel small. Tonight, again, I was the little star, a feat I have found hard to live without lately (hey, but I try... and if I try hard enough usually I succeed).

We all had such a great time, the clean freak, the allergic girl, the tired girl and everyone else. The next day would have been better if we hadn't let the French guy mix the cocktails... but we did, and we paid for that the next day... I was walking home from the party, and I thought I was walking just fine... but some random biker passed by, said "you can make it home, you can make it"... mmmheh...

And look at these 4, so cute... all of them trying to whip up a melody out of the keyboard... awww... At one point one of them said "we should form a band"... Now, the music I don't know, but I will surely go to their concerts, just for the cute factor...

Strawberries

Went crazy and bought a whole lot of strawberries, so made a whole 700ml bottle of crème de fraises, froze some, made polenta, made lots of chocolate-strawberry crèpes, ate them fresh and made a little photo session out of it too...

These from where Félix-Leclerc wrote most of his songs, Île d'Orleans.

Life...

is not bad... not bad at all...

So was at an obligatory house warming party... one of the few conversations with the largely ignored me went like this -

my name is marianne, what's yours?

I am ...

omg... do you have a shorter version? can i call you ...

no... and no, i don't have a short version of my name... and mine is shorter than marianne

in actuality, i do have several short forms of my names that my friends call me and I love... but it is a pet peeve of mine that people think my name is long...

the saturday gives rise to a largely depressed sunday... i try several things, they help... a bit... but then I finally decide to go for a run... and as I run, someone calls out my name... it turned out it was this guy who I met once two years ago, at the skating rink near my home, who taught me to skate...

so there it was - life's ironies laid bare... some people hear your name and say 'omg it's too long'; others remember your name two years after just one 3hr encounter...

And just like that I felt so much better

two socks two colors.

So you can't see it here, but this girl was actually wearing two different colors of socks, not like pink and blue so it would be punk, more like blue and green and they were not dark colors that would have made it hard to notice. But because the rest of her was dressed in a stylish (as in 16yr old stylish) way, i think she passed... from the UdeM metro...

pretentious double rainbows

from metro snowdon, after an evening of high pretense and a rain that fell hard, as if to wash away my shame.... But really it wasn't bad at all... As I would hear at the end of this week, "they look like they'll bite, but they're harmless really"... :D No, they were quite nice...

huh?

give minister Bachand 5c for his private health system of Islam?

Did Bachand say something against Islam? He's the finance minister of QC.

Élisapie Isaac

another wonderful night of the Montreal Jazz fest - tonight, Élisapie Isaac's concert... in Inuktitut, French and English... in tribute to my fascination with the Inuktitut and their land...

beautiful tributes to Richard Desjardins and Leonard Cohen. Moi Elsie - amazing!! Towards the very end she donned her sunglasses, together with the others on stage and sang, Chiquitita, out of all.

You really don't want to accept that you like ABBA, but you can not help but feel all your sorrows washed away like that... Back at home I youtubed a whole bunch of their songs and re-read about them. Winner Takes it All, detailing their personal lives, but such a beautiful (and true) song... Fernando, for those times you feel that the reasons for your existence is beyond some petty romance...

I was so afraid Fernando
We were so young and none of us were prepared to die
And I am not ashamed to say
The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry


And since many years I haven't seen a rifle in your hand
Can you hear the drums Fernando?
Do you still recall the frightful night we crossed the Rio Grande?
I can see it in your eyes
How proud you were to fight for freedom of this land.

I wanna see the polar bears!!!!