My best friend, Seth, and his girlfriend, Lauren, came up to visit me this fine week... it was soup-herb.
They arrived late Tuesday night (or should I say... Wednesday morning? I have always referred to it as night) and went to bed pretty much as soon as they got here... it was probably a hell of a drive.
The next morning, I got around to my habit as of late to wake up bright and early in the silly morning. So... I hung around, did stuff, till they woke, then we hung out for a bit. My mum was still in town, so we went out to Clair De Lune in the Market (unless I'm getting my order of events wrong, which is quite possible) and had French food (I footed the bill, I'll explain later).
It, as is usual there, soup-herb. Especially so since the soup, a vichyssoise, was just that. =) Expensive, but worth the shelling out of le dough.
We walked around the Market a bit, and spotted the KINKI Asian fusion restaurant.
Let me tell you... we wanted to go back there, and fast.
Anyway, it was a pretty uneventful day, outside of my mum leaving, the cable guy coming (whilst we were in the middle of drinking)... and yeah, lots of drinking.
If you don't know Seth or myself... then you haven't really just drank because you're so glad to see someone again. Unless you're Irish. Or Russian. Or German. Then you'd be excused from this horrid generalization that I'm making out of false pride...
Lots of beers. Lots of vodka. It was a good night for just chillin..
They slept in my bedroom (since I wasn't going to need a comfortable bed as much as they would... =D) and I slept on the air mattress I have out in the living area...
Next day (Thursday if you're keeping track), we hit the town after a while... we first chilled and had noodles (again, I woke absurdly early) and walked down to the Market again for dinner, passing the sights (the locks, Parliament Hill) etc... and went shopping for Lauren.
Now, I bet that last part sounds bad. Lauren certainly seemed to think so... but it totally wasn't. Having gone shopping with a large number of people, she is by far not bad at all.
Besides, she looked good in that dress. =)
While I was waiting, just a note, I tried to call someone and managed to call Emily instead. Then called back to Emily to apologize for not realizing I had called the wrong number... but I got to talk to Emily which is totally cool.
Kinki... was great. The food was great (if not very expensive, especially by Toronto standards... by Ottawa Market standards it wasn't, really... the Asian fusion thing sells and it's a yuppie place) and we had Seth (who, despite being ridiculously hot, is also ridiculously shy at picking up) hit on the waitress. He almost got a number, unsurprisingly... but it was hilarious to watch his initial timidity until he got into his 'game'...
Too bad the waitress (I'd give you her name but then people here in Ottawa might go bother her about it) was already seeing someone.
So with that dare down, we made a bet that (since we planned to go to Hull later in the evening and go clubbing) Seth would get 5 or more numbers at the club... upon which I was betting upwards (shot down by his own girlfriend, I'm telling ya, she was bloody fucking cool) because I was going to wingman him.
Hull didn't happen. We met up with Jackdude, and he ate while we talked (probably freaked him out with all the dating and gay-talk, which is standard among some of my friends, sorry dudeman!) and we went back to the apartment (during which time Jackdude went to go see if he could get back into his place, since he was locked out) and planned to shower and go to Hull.
Well, we showered, all right. Then they disappeared into the bedroom, and I sat for a bit reading Siddhartha again... but when I didn't hear the characteristic noises of making out, I figured they were asleep.
We were all tired out, so I went to bed.
I heard from Seth later that (despite really needing to sleep) he made an attempt to get up and check in on me to see if I still wanted to hit the clubs, and I had already hit the sack... I had waited a while, but evidently not long enough.
So yeah, whatevs. We woke up the next morning, (Friday) which seems like this morning to me (since I haven't had any real meaningful sleep) and hung out pretty much the whole day, watched some movies (Kung Fu Hustle, a personal fave, and Supersize Me, which, while not applying to many of the young Canadians I know, still gives me the hibbly-jibblies because of my time in the States... I knew that it was sooo true.
*sigh*
Then we went out, with a ton of booze, and walked to a bus to get to Dave's party. The plan was to go to Hull after we hit it up for a while.
The Good People party was goodness. Dave announced something (which I shall not repeat for those who don't know it, maybe it was intended that way) which I kind of expected after I knew there was to be an announcement...
Hookahs rock.
Anyway, so we left for Le Bop in Hull.
Not my favourite place, but no where else I can club. Getting into bars is easy, clubs... not so much. The guys there were all fucking hounds. I went there to dance, and one of them got all up in my face for dancing too hardcore and distracting attention from the real stalking weirdos in the bar.
Believe me, I didn't want to start shit. My glasses were clipped on my shirt and I knew I could take him. He shoved me.
I didn't do shit. I went out, cooled down (the dude may have had friends, but I can fight, my friends... and Seth could be one mean motherfucker... the guy's fast and he's built) but I had lost my glasses in the shove.
Fucker. Those were $300 rims. Without the lenses.
Bail might've costed more though, so whatever. I was sooo tempted to turn that dance floor into a blood-spraying mosh pit. A real one. With much hurting.
But I cooled off outside, realized my spares were at Dave's in my backpack, so I went back in, gave Seth my keys, told him to pick me up in the morn, and headed off.
You got a fucking problem when you can't compete for women's attention (which, I might add, I was NOT trying to do, since my dancing usually is SOLO and anyone who tries to dance with me... unless I'm in a pick-up mood... learns pretty fucking fast) by at least challenging a guy to a dance-off but instead trying to start a fight. "Step off, go over there, you're drawing attention away from other people." *shove*
LAME.
If you're reading this, fucknut, maybe you should reconsider your approach. Lucky you didn't meet me in my violent days... and even then, you weren't worth the shit you were made of. Learn to respect other people (especially potential dates!) instead of treating them like meat, PLEASE.
And respect the dance, bitch.
Lemme tell ya, the cabbie on the ride out was hilarious. So great, in fact, that despite his inferior knowledge of anything outside of Hull, I tipped him $10 just for his company and getting me to glasses so I could fucking see.
Glasses which, I might add, I am wearing right now.
By the way, the people in that bar HOUNDED after Lauren and abused Seth (since he wore flipflops, having nothing else) by stepping on his feet and bumping him... for dancing with the hottest girl in the club.
Lesson learned (AGAIN): Don't fucking go to Hull, fucking skeezy shitbags.
Getting back to the Good People Party was cool. More booze (free booze, or my booze... either way) though a lot of people had left, pretty much just Dave's non-Humanities friends left.
I didn't feel all too left out, they're good people. After all, that was the point of the party, no?
Morning kinda sucked... this morning, actually, when his mum busted him for having a party, and we had to scramble to clean out the place and fleeeeee.
Luckily Seth and Lauren were already on their way, so I cleared out last after helping, but pretty damned fast, I tell ya.
Seth and Lauren took me back here, got some directions after getting some breakfast (and a few burned CDs from my collection, operatic goth metal stuff like Nightwish and The Gathering...
So yeah, good times.
So to explain about why I footed the bill, including the one at Kinkis... Seth and I have a great system, being the best of friends, where money is no object between us. I could owe him thousands and not know it, and so inversely... it got so convoluted to a point that we just decided to call "fuck it" and just pay for each other. So since he had no CDN, the way it works is he pays for me while I'm in NY again.
Which will be bloody damned soon, I assure you.
Now... to give props where props are due... first, to Seth and Lauren, for visiting and being cool people. To my mum, for helping me move in. To Dave, for probably taking the heat for the party real bad right now and having us there. To Martin for bringing a Hookah and shisha... And last but definately not fucking least, to Jackdude, an awesome friend, because without him I wouldn't have assembled furniture in my place and he helped a lot with moving in... rock fucking on.
