I was awoken this morning by a phone call from the person I was supposed to have a very important 9:00am meeting with... I think I need to go to bed before 2:30am on Sundays.
The weekend was really great, even though I was fighting a bit of a cold... *sniffle* ...
Friday night I spent going for a walk, indulging in an old habit, then spending the next 3 hrs immersed in creating music...
Saturday morning I played my weekly gig at quite possible the lovliest, most chill cafe in Montreal... half way through the set I looked up to see a table full of absolutely stunning women, musicians it turned out, they played a guest spot right after me... after chatting a while after their set, I offered to guide them to the best thrift shops around town... which eventually led to hanging out chatting til 3am... I was a little shaken when i learned that the one I was flirting with most was only 19.... yikes! But hey, it's not like I propositioned her or anything, just harmless flirtations and lustful looks.
Sunday was a day of productivity... despite the fact that I went to bed at 7am, and woke up at 10am.. I managed to drag myself out of bed to meet with friends for b-fast... (one of my best friends and my "ex" ... the ex is in quotes because, well you know, shit can be complicated. We're trying to just be friends right now, she's off on a 6 month work contract in less than a month, possibly another 6 months after that too... and well, things weren't working out even before she got the job, so we're embarking on a slow separation. As of last week, we aren't sleeping together anymore, my suggestion, one I have heavy pangs of regret about now and again (and again, and again....)... it's hard for me to look past the things that divide us and see a future together... maybe I'm an idealist, or poly-amorous, though I've never been much of a slut, mostly just a serial monogamist, but I digress).
Sunday, I managed to do...
I was awoken this morning by a phone call from the person I was supposed to have a very important 9:00am meeting with... I think I need to go to bed before 2:30am on Sundays.
The weekend was really great, even though I was fighting a bit of a cold... *sniffle* ...
Friday night I spent going for a walk, indulging in an old habit, then spending the next 3 hrs immersed in creating music...
Saturday morning I played my weekly gig at quite possible the lovliest, most chill cafe in Montreal... half way through the set I looked up to see a table full of absolutely stunning women, musicians it turned out, they played a guest spot right after me... after chatting a while after their set, I offered to guide them to the best thrift shops around town... which eventually led to hanging out chatting til 3am... I was a little shaken when i learned that the one I was flirting with most was only 19.... yikes! But hey, it's not like I propositioned her or anything, just harmless flirtations and lustful looks.
Sunday was a day of productivity... despite the fact that I went to bed at 7am, and woke up at 10am.. I managed to drag myself out of bed to meet with friends for b-fast... (one of my best friends and my "ex" ... the ex is in quotes because, well you know, shit can be complicated. We're trying to just be friends right now, she's off on a 6 month work contract in less than a month, possibly another 6 months after that too... and well, things weren't working out even before she got the job, so we're embarking on a slow separation. As of last week, we aren't sleeping together anymore, my suggestion, one I have heavy pangs of regret about now and again (and again, and again....)... it's hard for me to look past the things that divide us and see a future together... maybe I'm an idealist, or poly-amorous, though I've never been much of a slut, mostly just a serial monogamist, but I digress).
Sunday, I managed to do laundry, groceries, do a major over-haul on my bicycle, and make dinner and have a movie night with my sis and friends (yes... "ex" was there too... and yes, we were cuddling on the couch during the movie, sigh...) Don't bother ever seeing Public Enemies with Johnny Depp and Christian Bale, even if the story is kinda good (based loosely on the crime-life and eventual slaying of John Dillinger), it is shot so goddam badly that you feel like you're watching a high-school art project half the time.
Alright, I'm going to get to sleep before midnight, and try to make it to work tomorrow... (oh yeah, didn't mention, that after I missed the meeting this morning, I just said "fuck it", and called in sick... which I kinda am, but still...)
If you're in Montreal with me, try not to let the fact that we're only going to have 2 days of sun between now and May 31st get you down... yah, that's right... I hope to jeebus the forecasters have made a heinous error.
The weekend was really great, even though I was fighting a bit of a cold... *sniffle* ...
Friday night I spent going for a walk, indulging in an old habit, then spending the next 3 hrs immersed in creating music...
Saturday morning I played my weekly gig at quite possible the lovliest, most chill cafe in Montreal... half way through the set I looked up to see a table full of absolutely stunning women, musicians it turned out, they played a guest spot right after me... after chatting a while after their set, I offered to guide them to the best thrift shops around town... which eventually led to hanging out chatting til 3am... I was a little shaken when i learned that the one I was flirting with most was only 19.... yikes! But hey, it's not like I propositioned her or anything, just harmless flirtations and lustful looks.
Sunday was a day of productivity... despite the fact that I went to bed at 7am, and woke up at 10am.. I managed to drag myself out of bed to meet with friends for b-fast... (one of my best friends and my "ex" ... the ex is in quotes because, well you know, shit can be complicated. We're trying to just be friends right now, she's off on a 6 month work contract in less than a month, possibly another 6 months after that too... and well, things weren't working out even before she got the job, so we're embarking on a slow separation. As of last week, we aren't sleeping together anymore, my suggestion, one I have heavy pangs of regret about now and again (and again, and again....)... it's hard for me to look past the things that divide us and see a future together... maybe I'm an idealist, or poly-amorous, though I've never been much of a slut, mostly just a serial monogamist, but I digress).
Sunday, I managed to do...