No, we don't have any needles here, it's just me and my big fucking gun.

Friday, hanging out with the ryss_rhiannon person. Dinner, catching up on what's been happening, movie (Four Rooms, a sleeper of a good movie!) and popcorn. It was quite the awesome time.

Saturday was made of doing as little as possible (except the strict necessary), in bed. Watched more movies, while azrhey got herself a new mission in life.

Sunday, there was partying at sfllaw. Whee! That was some good partying! I was well surrounded, hehe!

This night, I had a weird dream. I dreamt that I was helping gregorama build himself a huge house in the shape of a barn, out of wood, while it was on a trailer rig, on the road. The point being to save time, right? There was a bunch of other friends helping out, which we zoomed the (impossibly large) thing on the highway. I was getting tired, so I went ahead and built the bed (yep, we built everything, down to the furniture!), so I could use it later. I think I woke up when I went to bed.

Kissing isn't something I do a whole lot of, or have done a whole lot of for, well, years. It feels kind of weird when I do, and I sometimes wonder if I'm just not doing it right or something. Not a worry of mine, just an amusing thought.

There's a crane outside my office window, hoisting stuff on the roof of the building next door.

Old Dublin!

A quick reminder for people in Montreal!

Tuesday is Old Dublin evening, where I expect to arrive a bit past 6pm to grab dinner. It's in the back of that sketchy parking lot on University, at the corner of Cathcart (between René-Levesque and Ste-Catherine). Here's a satellite map, because I like those.

Be awesome, and be there!

I'm so emo.

While it's pretty well established that I am not a romantic type of person, on the other hand, bloody hell am I sentimental.

I had just left the office, and as I was listening to Ein leichtes leises Säuseln (thanks to azrhey for lending me her music player while mine is broken!), I was looking at the sky, the lights and the city. It felt alive, right before me, it actually ripped a few tears out of me. I wanted to walk home, to experience the full thing, but my leg hurts a bit still, didn't want to strain it, so I took the metro to Lionel-Groulx and walked the last part.

Of course, that just stirred more emotions and memories. Retracing steps I had once taken with someone. As I approached the pedestrian bridge near Atwater Market, Jean Leloup's cover of "Wish You Were Here" came up. This was exactly at the intersection of what I was feeling. I just stopped in a certain spot of that bridge, and stared out.

Wow, what a wild ride my life is, it's great!

Ironic thing of the day: last Friday, while I was seeing a girl, azrhey was alone at home (where she knitted me an awesome scarf!) because it didn't work out seeing a boy. Tonight, she's seeing the boy, but it didn't work out with the girl I was supposed to see, so it's my turn being at home. Hehe! I'll be doing some of that cleaning up my apartment thing (seriously, there's like an inch of cat hair on the couch! argh!). azrhey was just telling me not to take that girl back to my place, but go to her place instead, LOL! So thoughtful of you, lady azrhey. :-)

My "coming out"

Not long before I went to France, my mom paid me a little visit, where we went out for dinner, introduced her to espresso (it was rather burnt, unfortunately, and returning it only got us less burnt coffee) and... I came out to her as poly (ah, the iffy relationship I have with that word).

I wasn't too worried, because my mom is just so damned cool (and crazy!), it's unbelievable. But still, with my mom, I've always been of the type to deal with things as they happened, and I had always figured that, someday, I'd bring a girl over, she'd ask what happened to the other one, and I'd have explained it to her, or something along those lines.

But as I am leaving for France, I was figuring that this might just never happen, and I didn't want to have to explain that over the phone, or something like that! Lacking the body language feedback could be critical to averting a misunderstanding. So I decided to do it "cold", as I didn't another girl handy to go out with her. :-P

I have to admit having being a bit anxious about it during dinner, but it came through very nicely. I had to explain a bit, as she first asked whether the girls knew about each others, and I think my answer (a big emphatic yes!) reassured her much. Her opinion is pretty much that as long as everyone is treated respectfully and is happy with this, then it's fine by her.

Isn't she awesome?

Edit: I was being a bit ironic with the expression "coming out" (hence using quotes and all), since in my situation, it's kind of like coming out about liking Bran Flakes (which I do!). And associating other people with things would be a grave mistake. This journal is all about me, if you want to know about other people, you know where to find them, go and ask them!

For further amusement, see this comment thread, or consult your pineal gland.