Get Plastered, You Bastard

"For WAR.
...And for pots."

-Mr. Zigby on the uses of copper

Alicia's birthday. She's already written a lovely post about it, so I will try to avoid redundancy.

Predictably, all my friends looked stunning -- Kelsey fabulous in a short black...uh...slip...Arthi gorgeous in gold and brown, Alicia and Jocelyne in their beautiful and vastly different green and blue dresses, and Ariel in a magnificent electric&black skirt that defies description. (I'm exercising my command of synonyms.)

Alicia was indeed stressed.

(on the bus on the way to the Colombian restaurant, coming up from Place-D'Armes)

Alicia: "Well, the metro station you're really supposed to get off at is Mont-Royal."

Me: "Oh, uh, then...Alicia? Afterwards, couldn't we take the metro from there, then? Alicia?"

Alicia: "No."

Me: "Why not?"

Alicia: "Because we don't have enough time." *nearly bangs head on pole*

Me: "...?"

(Dufault correctly pointed out the other day that, in true Canadian fashion, I tend to finish all my sentences on a high note. As if I'm asking a question, you know? Like this?)

The food was good (although I don't recommend it to vegetarians) and the waiters were all wonderful (Alicia fell for the one who gave her alcohol "from his country"), and I generally had a very good time. We were kind of immature when it came to sing, though.

So what went wrong, for me? (You knew this was coming. The post reeks of shoe-drop.) It was my decision to leave. I had a lot -- a lot -- of work to do the following day, so I called my father and asked him to pick me up at midnight. It was only at ten minutes to midnight that I realized that I was making a mistake. We were eating cake in the kitchen, when I suddenly arose and flew out of the room, aiming to catch him before he left the house, but I was too late. It was a crushing experience, having to watch the wrong thing happen, as though in slow motion.

Kelsey, as we walked to meet my father at the door: "It's like we're walking you to your execution."

Alicia, I'm glad you had such a great quinceañera.

That's all for now. I have loads of drafts, so more will probably appear.

Speaking of slow motion....