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.