above: lucy, joff joff, anna and wusky sitting around at peel pub.
wine and cheese, house party, peel pub, home – that’s how the night went.
the wine and cheese was pretty successful. white christmas lights were scattered around the dimly lit room, the live jazz band played beautifully, we had an old school silent film playing in the background and there was enough wine and cheese to go around. people seemed to be enjoying themselves and the ambience was elegant and smooth.
jasper and i snuck off at one point and went to the ballroom to see what was going on. we’d observed a handful of really good-looking, french-speaking people heading down there and we wanted in on the beautiful, exotic action. turns out there was some quebec-wide university gathering going on for some club or something and a couple of guys invited us over to their table to watch the festivities.
some guy was stripping on stage – it was supposedly some sort of talent show? – and we were given a glass of wine by a very friendly man. it ended soon afterwards and then we went back to the wine and cheese to drink more and be sociable and whatnot. i always get really drunk at council events. free alcohol is always the way to go.
some of our friends from downstairs made it into our party, and it was all very scandalous and absurd, but they left and peace was restored to the rowdy room.
when the wine and cheese was over i dragged a few friends to come with me to a house party on peel to celebrate my friend pukka’s birthday.
it’s this section of the night that’s still a little blurry. i can’t remember half of the conversations i took part in, but i did see some old friends and i did meet a lot of new people – unfortunately, i can’t remember any of the new names. it was all just a mishmash of friendly greetings, hasty conversations and rowdy laughter.
i don’t know how it happened, but we somehow ended up deciding to leave the party and go to peel pub, where we would consume more alcohol and have more good times. so we chilled there for a bit and nellie showed up and it was all very relaxing after such a busy night.
they decided to go get some food before heading home, but i was not in the mood for whatever reason. i wanted to walk and feel the air and let the night sober me up, so i left them without a word and miraculously made it home on my own two feet. i have no idea how i managed to not get horrendously lost, but i’m grateful to whatever stars guided me that night.
i have a bad habit of ditching all my friends at the end of a night and opting to walk home on my own.
i think after a while i get too tired of everything and everyone.
i’m so used to walking in the dark of a late night, all on my lonesome.
it makes me feel at home.
maybe i just need the time to think, all by my drunken self.