After a depressingly long, sleepless, freezing-cold twelve-hour train ride, I've finally made it to Brooklyn. I'm CouchSurfing chez a super cool photographer from Melbourne named Scott. He promptly greeted me with cucumbers and hummus and bière, and we chatted for quite a while before bedtimes. I'm exhausted and functioning at a fraction of a percent right now, so forgive me for the brief post.
Lunch with Max tomorrow, then going out with Scott and Mattia (his roommate, haven't met him yet--he's getting a good night's rest before the six finals in store for him in the morning. Ouch!). Might be going to the beach on Sunday too! Crazies!
Bonne nuit. :)
Friday, August 5, 2011
Brooklyn whaaaat
"Bass like a ho. Bass, bass like a ho." -JFK
Tuesday I walked down to Vieux-Port. I tried to go up to that secret dock from last year, but they heightened their security a bit. I was hoping to get a good 360 from there, so I was bummed. I did get a $3 Vietnamese sandwich though, which was more than sufficient compensation. That night we all went to Andrew's and hung out on the rooftop before heading to Sapphir.
Wednesday during the day I did the dishes for Sandie and hung out with Mike while he worked on his Risk track. Came home and watched N8 Hout videos with Sandie (NATE YOU HAVE MOAR FANS). Fran, Mark, and I went to Feed Me--which, although the crowd was reminiscent of The Shore, was absolutely phenomenal. SO GOOD. Also the dubstep duo who opened for him included a tank-top wearing, blue-haired character who somehow perfectly encompassed traits of Tj AND Paul. I have videos. Hilarious.
Yesterday morning we were woken up at 8am by a raging mob of hipsters invading the house to do a photo shoot for, if I had to take a wild guess, some hipster mag. Or blog. Or something. They were running manically up and down the stairs until like 1pm, at which point they disappeared as if nothing had happened. So...yeah, don't be surprised if you see me half-dead in a recliner in the next issue of Vice. Fran, Mark, and I walked to Fairmount and Café Olimpico and consumed a disgusting amount of bagels and iced coffee. Then we went to Kyle's, where we hung out for most of the day. Jenny and Tulippe came over, and I made that pasta dish I know how to make. It was kind of a last hurrah for Kyle and Kate too, as they are leaving this morning to travel the west coast, hitting up Shambhala and Burning Man on the way. It was lovely hanging out with everyone, definitely a wonderful way to spend my last night here.
My train leaves for New York in a couple hours. I turned to CouchSurfing to find accommodations for the weekend, and now I'm staying in Brooklyn with an Aussie and un Italien and a filmmaker and a librarian. That all will take place after my ELEVEN HOUR train ride from Gare Centrale to Penn Station. Hopefully I'll get to kick it with Sale tomorrow!
Mark's buying my iPad. Cash money, cash money. Guess I should go get ready to leave now. BOOMSHAH
Wednesday during the day I did the dishes for Sandie and hung out with Mike while he worked on his Risk track. Came home and watched N8 Hout videos with Sandie (NATE YOU HAVE MOAR FANS). Fran, Mark, and I went to Feed Me--which, although the crowd was reminiscent of The Shore, was absolutely phenomenal. SO GOOD. Also the dubstep duo who opened for him included a tank-top wearing, blue-haired character who somehow perfectly encompassed traits of Tj AND Paul. I have videos. Hilarious.
Yesterday morning we were woken up at 8am by a raging mob of hipsters invading the house to do a photo shoot for, if I had to take a wild guess, some hipster mag. Or blog. Or something. They were running manically up and down the stairs until like 1pm, at which point they disappeared as if nothing had happened. So...yeah, don't be surprised if you see me half-dead in a recliner in the next issue of Vice. Fran, Mark, and I walked to Fairmount and Café Olimpico and consumed a disgusting amount of bagels and iced coffee. Then we went to Kyle's, where we hung out for most of the day. Jenny and Tulippe came over, and I made that pasta dish I know how to make. It was kind of a last hurrah for Kyle and Kate too, as they are leaving this morning to travel the west coast, hitting up Shambhala and Burning Man on the way. It was lovely hanging out with everyone, definitely a wonderful way to spend my last night here.
My train leaves for New York in a couple hours. I turned to CouchSurfing to find accommodations for the weekend, and now I'm staying in Brooklyn with an Aussie and un Italien and a filmmaker and a librarian. That all will take place after my ELEVEN HOUR train ride from Gare Centrale to Penn Station. Hopefully I'll get to kick it with Sale tomorrow!
Mark's buying my iPad. Cash money, cash money. Guess I should go get ready to leave now. BOOMSHAH
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Schtroumpf!
Schtroumpf is the French word for 'Smurf', and it must be pronounced with a German accent. The more you know.
Sunday night, Fran and I ended up watching Half Baked at Kyle and Sabine's loft, followed by watching Ocean's 11 at the house with Sandie and Tina. Yesterday we hung out with Mark and Colin most of the day. It rained a lot, naturally on my laundry day, because that's how things work in Montréal. We made an EPIC pan of nachos and did a bunch of drawing in the basement. Once the rain died down a bit, I went on a walk up Saint-Denis to my old place on de Bullion and St-Joseph, then to Café Dépot. Upon my arriving back at the house, I met up with Mark and Michael and walked with them to BlueDog for their bass night. There I met Mark's friend Holly, who looks EXACTLY like Caylee Clay, but with pink dreads. Mark and I played Mario Kart with Sandie and Matt and eventually crashed at probably around 4.
Since there have been people occupying the other two couches in the living room the past two nights, I've had to share the third couch with Sandie's giant greyhound, Stewie. He'll only sleep on the couch. Nowhere else. And if he doesn't get his way, something unfathomably terrible will happen. No one knows what exactly because no one has ever dared to test him, but it's surely something apocalyptic. Oy ve, my back hurts.
These are my last few days of relaxation before it's time to go into déménager overdrive.
Sunday night, Fran and I ended up watching Half Baked at Kyle and Sabine's loft, followed by watching Ocean's 11 at the house with Sandie and Tina. Yesterday we hung out with Mark and Colin most of the day. It rained a lot, naturally on my laundry day, because that's how things work in Montréal. We made an EPIC pan of nachos and did a bunch of drawing in the basement. Once the rain died down a bit, I went on a walk up Saint-Denis to my old place on de Bullion and St-Joseph, then to Café Dépot. Upon my arriving back at the house, I met up with Mark and Michael and walked with them to BlueDog for their bass night. There I met Mark's friend Holly, who looks EXACTLY like Caylee Clay, but with pink dreads. Mark and I played Mario Kart with Sandie and Matt and eventually crashed at probably around 4.
Since there have been people occupying the other two couches in the living room the past two nights, I've had to share the third couch with Sandie's giant greyhound, Stewie. He'll only sleep on the couch. Nowhere else. And if he doesn't get his way, something unfathomably terrible will happen. No one knows what exactly because no one has ever dared to test him, but it's surely something apocalyptic. Oy ve, my back hurts.
These are my last few days of relaxation before it's time to go into déménager overdrive.
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