a great weekend of firsts

friday the end-date for my contract (you will have read about that in previous posts, i’m sure…). the 3:30 p.m. finish was a welcomed end to my time at that office. i made my way to the busstop and went to meet a friend in midtown.

first first: boulangerie and walking through the neighbourhood close to where i once lived.

for three years i lived in midtown near y&e, but never explored the area. my friend recently got an apartment—que piso lindo—in the area and so we spent a few hours walking around. she took me a great little french bakery and treated me to a café and a pain au chocolat… délicieux.

second first: being embarrassed in the village

okay, so this isn’t necessarily a first – oft am i embarrassed in the village, but the way in which i was embarrassed is. out with friends friday night at a zrestaurant, we were served by a good-looking young man. i won’t dare write we flirted, but i will hazard we were chatting more than server/client might normally. one of my friends (term used lightly) assholed (used here as a verb…) to tell said server that “my friend thinks your hot hot hot.” quoth the asshole (used here as a noun). said server was scarce from that point on. …or perhaps we just left before he returned. it was soon after that we left. glass half-full, glass half-full.

third first: the beach/es and library with children

saturday morning i metro’ed down to the east end to meet a friend and her little ones. we went down to the beach/es (to please all possible readers, both “official” terms are here used in reference to the hogtown neighbouhood) to visit the bibliothèque and read some books en français, then walked down the boardwalk to the water’s edge. a good few hours later we said goodbye and au-revoir.

fourth first: painting, but not painting, but painting

another friend of mine recently moved back to t.dot and just moved into a place on reine rue. a nice space that she was painting. she enlisted a team of us to help paint the walls and the trim. although i paint (i.e. with an easel) i hadn’t ere painted (i.e. on walls). this proved fun and somewhat relaxing. i now have the urge to redo my apartment.

fifth first: stolen latte

i had my v.bean latte stolen from the bar at not1stglass this afternoon. i didn’t really care, and the folks made me a new one chop chop, but waddabitch who done took my bev. cut a bitch.

hic extraneus sum