Its not that we try to be a gong show...
Its just that someone seems to be following us around with a gong... and keeps hitting it... repeatedly. And we just sortof go with it. I mean, who am I to blow against the wind?
Friday night was a NIGHT. Phrase coined at dinner that evening, I had the incredible pleasure of cooking dinner for my three favourite Hildabeasts. Over tea, we plotted the course of our evening. And down to our closest neighbor, we clattered into an empty bar, giggled, and ordered. Flip a coin? Sure, all or nothing, and Reb guessed correctly so our free drinks in hand, we sauntered to a couch. That was only the beginning. It was a cheap night. Montreal cheap. No joke. After a few drinks, the place filled up. We made a friend who would stay with us for the rest of the evening, and were soon joined by a couple people from my program. By this point... well by this point the free drinks were getting ridiculous.
He was cute. Somehow we'd decided he was a cock though... but regardless, even as she pulled me away I reiterated, "you should come with us." He declined.
We arrived promptly, small line, and descended. Finally taking advantage of our membership, we wound through to the dance floor. I realize how dull this account is. So here is the kicker. I have been avoiding a few things on this blog, but no longer. One of them is the nicknames. I used to give people nicks to avoid anybody figuring out who they were. Fair enough, so I will resume, because even in my head things are getting complicated. So let me introduce Gravity. So-dubbed because there is something that draws me in, despite that he is not as attractive as men I usually crush on. We have had a few moments, a kiss, nothing more. And so for the time being we danced and enjoyed the moment (a morning-after text revealed that his previous misgivings have evaporated, and likely so will my interest). He left, and I rejoined my ladies.
About 12:30 I looked up. Cute. It was the same man, who had refused my invitations earlier. Alone, looking for me, his eyes met mine. No nick for him yet, as he may never resurface, but took my telephone number nonetheless. Nil says to wait three days, I think the three-day rule is bullshit. But likely, likely we will end up at his college again in the not too distant future.
Oh man, and Saturday was rough, unproductive and rough. And winding into the evening at the ice rink. The game was a disaster, I earned myself nothing more than frustration and a stick to the neck (unpenalized). Refereeing in this country makes me so angry I could cry. But we had more important(?) things to think about, rushing through our kit and into the showers.
Friday night was a NIGHT. Phrase coined at dinner that evening, I had the incredible pleasure of cooking dinner for my three favourite Hildabeasts. Over tea, we plotted the course of our evening. And down to our closest neighbor, we clattered into an empty bar, giggled, and ordered. Flip a coin? Sure, all or nothing, and Reb guessed correctly so our free drinks in hand, we sauntered to a couch. That was only the beginning. It was a cheap night. Montreal cheap. No joke. After a few drinks, the place filled up. We made a friend who would stay with us for the rest of the evening, and were soon joined by a couple people from my program. By this point... well by this point the free drinks were getting ridiculous.
He was cute. Somehow we'd decided he was a cock though... but regardless, even as she pulled me away I reiterated, "you should come with us." He declined.
We arrived promptly, small line, and descended. Finally taking advantage of our membership, we wound through to the dance floor. I realize how dull this account is. So here is the kicker. I have been avoiding a few things on this blog, but no longer. One of them is the nicknames. I used to give people nicks to avoid anybody figuring out who they were. Fair enough, so I will resume, because even in my head things are getting complicated. So let me introduce Gravity. So-dubbed because there is something that draws me in, despite that he is not as attractive as men I usually crush on. We have had a few moments, a kiss, nothing more. And so for the time being we danced and enjoyed the moment (a morning-after text revealed that his previous misgivings have evaporated, and likely so will my interest). He left, and I rejoined my ladies.
About 12:30 I looked up. Cute. It was the same man, who had refused my invitations earlier. Alone, looking for me, his eyes met mine. No nick for him yet, as he may never resurface, but took my telephone number nonetheless. Nil says to wait three days, I think the three-day rule is bullshit. But likely, likely we will end up at his college again in the not too distant future.
Oh man, and Saturday was rough, unproductive and rough. And winding into the evening at the ice rink. The game was a disaster, I earned myself nothing more than frustration and a stick to the neck (unpenalized). Refereeing in this country makes me so angry I could cry. But we had more important(?) things to think about, rushing through our kit and into the showers.
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