snaps from night of dread.
Tag: night of dread
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night of dread.
above: taken basking in the heat of the dufferin mall, in the midst of trying to assemble.
woke up early on saturday and spent all of the morning and much of the afternoon in varying degrees of frustration, working with my mom to finish up a scholarship application and send it on time.
i would later learn that this was all done in vain.
i got to nicky’s house at about 5 p.m. for lorette’s farewell party; she’s heading back to france.
i liked her. i tend to love speakers of broken english, and we found common ground.
the dress code for the night was black and white and after we were all in costume, we headed out to dufferin grove park.
the sun set quickly and the cold air mixed with the darkness to create an ever-present chill that got worse throughout the night.
the event itself wasn’t that great, seeing as the target audience was little children, but it was still interesting to watch. giant puppets representing different fears in some strange little dance, fire-tossers dispelling the darkness and fighting off the demons – it was all very strange.
we eventually headed back to nicky’s and i departed soon afterwards because i didn’t want to stick around to watch people make out, which i concluded would inevitably happen and would probably put me in a state of lonely despair.
luckily, shannon got a hold of me and i headed off to meet her at Josh’s eighteenth birthday party.
last time i was at his house, i was completely sober, and sobriety can be deadly in an environment like that. but i was a bit tipsy already and i quickly found some wine, so i managed to have a good time.
met a bunch of new people and some of them had already heard of me.
apparently i have a reputation for knowing everyone, even though this is a blatant and inaccurate misconception.
after the party, shannon and i headed to get coffee at the timothy’s on church st. dave was working and after a bit of flirting and testing of the waters, we concluded that he was into me, which i didn’t mind in the least.
i mean, no, i’m not going to let this become anything as that would be slutty and he’s probably, like, 24, but still.
all was good, we chatted up a storm and we eventually headed home at around 4 a.m.
some guy from leeds stopped us and insisted that i take the streetcar with him, but thankfully shannon helped me politely decline.
“sorry, i’m just really set on walking tonight.”
and i was. i needed the cold and the night to sober me up; it was kind of cleansing at a time like that – in the quiet, in the dark.
i was content, and there was something remarkably serene in my solitude.
i felt like everything was going to be okay.
