Last week 3 important things happened.
Laura's parents came up from D.C. to visit her
It snowed. A LOT.
I went to the circus.
On Thursday evening I met Laura and her parents at
Shambala, a Tibetan restaurant on Saint Denis. I had been up all night the night before, and so I had just woken up from a nap when I got there, which made it hard to be witty and urbane, but
I tried to pull it together. Then Friday they took Laura out for fancy-pants ($) food, so I went to the circus with Francie, from Indigo, which was, all in all, incredible. This coincided with a few feet of snow being dumped on the city, so I was already jumping and rolling all over the place in powdery white, and the ants in my pants only multiplied after the circus, which was a Belgian acrobat troupe. Highly inspirational. I want to be a Belgian acrobat. Riding the metro home, Francie and I got out at Mont Royal, and were amazed to find a mountain of plowed snow in the middle of the plaza, and next to it, a huge, fallen, plastic election poster, which we then used for a toboggan and went sledding on the snow pile. Sledding on top of a Liberal Party election poster on a snowy Friday night, after going to the circus. Honestly, it doesn't get much more inspirational than that. We topped it off with noodles at Parfums d'asie on Saint Laurent (3475 St-Laurent), and called it a night. A snowy, fun night.
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Music today is from Bob Dylan, played by me, as always. It's "You're gonna make me lonesome when you go".
I totally just kicked in a door. I'm not kidding. It was my own, actually. The bolt was caught and so I couldn't open it with my key. I jiggled it around for 15-20 minutes and finally got to door-stomping. The third kick did it, for you stats fanatics out there. Not one of my neighbors peeked out to see what the noise was all about, which is a little worrisome, really.
My guitars (the big one and the little bitty one) are going through some hard times. Fortunately my brother Benjamin might be coming in to Montreal from Ottawa this weekend, so I'll try to get him to give me his expert advice on how to make them sound nicer. For the time being though, they can still play, so I recorded a new song tonight. It's by Townes Van Zandt, a country singer of some considerable street cred, I understand. Douglas in Chengdu got me into him. The song is Pancho and Lefty, and it's a cinematic western about a bandit who "wore his guns outside his pants, for all the honest world to feel". Woah.
Last week 3 important things happened.
I tried to pull it together. Then Friday they took Laura out for fancy-pants ($) food, so I went to the circus with Francie, from Indigo, which was, all in all, incredible. This coincided with a few feet of snow being dumped on the city, so I was already jumping and rolling all over the place in powdery white, and the ants in my pants only multiplied after the circus, which was a Belgian acrobat troupe. Highly inspirational. I want to be a Belgian acrobat. Riding the metro home, Francie and I got out at Mont Royal, and were amazed to find a mountain of plowed snow in the middle of the plaza, and next to it, a huge, fallen, plastic election poster, which we then used for a toboggan and went sledding on the snow pile. Sledding on top of a Liberal Party election poster on a snowy Friday night, after going to the circus. Honestly, it doesn't get much more inspirational than that. We topped it off with noodles at Parfums d'asie on Saint Laurent (3475 St-Laurent), and called it a night. A snowy, fun night.
Music today is from Bob Dylan, played by me, as always. It's "You're gonna make me lonesome when you go".
