Last Saturday, the group of my friend rocker was performing in Montreal. I usually never like the music of groups he belongs, but it's an opportunity to see him and see other friends. This Saturday, it fell ill, was a celebration of a friend. I missed the party last year and I promised that I would be the next. In addition, it lacked the unmarried girls and he had promised his friends he had there. I do not really go in parties where I do not know anyone, but I said I had to leave my comfort zone. So I had to go.
So the first stage of the evening show. I sat at Cafe Chaos with two of my friends (who I'm friends with since high school) and we realized that things had not changed since the days when we went to see the big brother of one of two in show in a room full of dirty old-school punks: We find ourselves once again in a dirty bar to watch the spectacle of the band when we were in college (the group was the 2nd part of the show, while the group of our friends did the first part and the main group was the 3rd game. It's amazing how many shows the group of the 2nd part I have seen in my life, not interest, but because he always plays before or after groups of friends that were part). So it was like as before. Except for her, who is engaged and just bought a home in Blainville. And she is with her boyfriend for 2 years. But for me it was the same, still single. It must be some stability.
The blond guy from the main group had a tattoo of bacon on the calf. The next day I told this to my friend on msn rocker (because flies as a rocker, he had no time talk to me Saturday night) who told me that the boyfriend of the daughter has the same tattoo on his chest. Wow. (On MSN, he also told me that if I was single because I am a goddess and that Montreal is dirty oh yeah) .
was still fun but I had to leave to go to party in celebration of my friend.
There was the guy who I remember very well myself already ostinée by email to the university, when I was a proofreader and I corrected his work. But he did not know who I was. He had brought a girl at the party. My god it discourages me when I see a bunch of guys all comment on the girl dated as soon as she turned back.
There was also the guy who has self-proclaimed sexy banker. I'm holding very hard not to respond "Yeah if you like the style small frame." I tried to extract information from competition for a folder for work, but I have not even succeeded.
was still fun, but by 2:00 I was tired and just wanted to go to bed (alone). So I left and I called a taxi. After 15 minutes of waiting, the guys came out smoking. I explained that I was still waiting taxi. They then made me realized I gave the wrong address to the taxi.
There are two who took pity on me and offered me to take me home when they leave. I am left alone in the living room with 7 guys. Basically I was super tired and just wanted me to go home: the next "I think I'm a businessman" of some annoyed, especially when, every time we talked about some something new, they wanted to make a domain name with it and get rich, but I did not call the cab company because I was a bit ashamed and they were asking my name and recognize me, so I waited just the guys who have offered the lift finally decide to leave. This was not the idea of the century, because once one is embedded in the car, they each opened a beer. Treat me straight but I do not tripe too transient to be a vehicle whose driver drink beer.
Anyway, I went home safe and sound, that's what counts. Why
the first time I see Marcia Pilote (and I do not even remember what it was before), she talks about the reason why girls bitchent?
Otherwise: My cat eats the ants that have invaded my apartment. And other unidentified insects too. I feel safe.
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