Squalor.

After the Darkest Hour show, I escorted Courtney home, and rode over to the Squalor. I managed to catch the tail end of the Barn Burner set which I was happy about cause I really like those boys. The band that played after was Alasken, which I thought was great, but Dan wasn't so keen. Oh Poo... It was nice to hang out with those kids, I don't see them often so it was a nice treat. Spoiler really likes the photo of the waitress passing Colin a napkin cause it looks like its cutting Dan's head off. Ha...

Darkest Hour.

I haven't seen them play in a few years, and the show was amazing! Its been a long time since Ive been to a "hardcore" show (man, that sounds so cheesy), and it was definitely nothing short of what I had anticipated. I love the energy that get circling around in those drippy sweaty rooms filled with young teenage angst, it feels soooo good!

More peas...

Foufs.

I had a date with Courtney last weekend to see the Darkest Hour show, which was sooooo amazing.
Anywho, before the show we had a few beers at Foufs. I realized a few things that amazes me about that bar... one being that I think it has actually become a familiar place to me, which I can call my home bar. Yes, it might be temporary, but I finally feel like I could perhaps call Montreal my home, and every home has a to have a bar. No I'm not particularly fond of Foufs, say... on ladies night, or even any other late night thing/show they have going on there, but it was the first bar that I was introduced to during my short stint as a messenger in Montreal. So it holds this kinda summer time after courier beer nostalgia thing for me, which I think provides some kinda stability for me. Yeah, I know that might sound a little strange, but it possess some kinda stable landmark quality for me, in many ways. One, it has excellent directional geography for me to figure out where I am in the world ("and where in relation to Foufs is that?".) Two, anyone that's coming from outta town you can always take them there or ask them to meet you there. Three, its amazing layout, and atheistic value, with is big wonderful spider, and its peeling Tim Barnard mural (which I think they recently covered.) Last but of course not least, the bartender. I don't know his name, and he's been working there since the dawn of time, (from what Ive been told) has always been so sweet to me, always buying me shots or beer, but never in a creepy way, perhaps its cause I always tip him well. Oh! and the new outdoor heaters that I just discovered... ohhh ahhhhh... just another one of those shiny things.

So here a cheers to Foufs, and to Courtney for the great conversation and company.

Texty Texty.

Today I cried three times. I am so lucky to be surrounded by some of the most beautiful people that have been blessed upon this earth. I received a series of lovely text messages today. I suppose this is when I crumble and tell you all how much I appreciate my cell phone.

"Dear Danielle, you are amazing in all your wonder and beauty. Just thought id let ya know."
- Luey

"You are one of the things that makes life worth living, thank u for being a good friend."
- Courtany

"You are the cutest thing thats ever been."
"Kissy kissy fart sound beat box."
"Lipsy kiss animal grr. Nibble nibble."
-JP King

I love you all.
Smooches.

Avaricious Little Fly.

Oh fat little fly, be careful you don't burst from all the young you sucked dry. The resplendent nub might parch your thin arid wings. Tisk tisk little fly, tisk tisk.

Oh Art School...

The Utilitarian Kitchen.

I love stuff and things... mostly shiny, but I'm sure you all know that. I also love walls that are decorated with practical novelties that are aesthetically pleasing. This is probably one of the best combination of these things that Ive ever seen... ( in more ways then one.)

I'm so fortunate that I'm privileged enough to be served food from this gourmet kitchen.

Icicle Avalanche.

I have no idea what happened here, it seems like some sort of exodus. As if all the little snowy ice dwellers decided that their time had come, and their lives would soon melt away, so they all decided to go out with a big bang. A ski trip into oblivion, just like human flying squirrels . But not like a w.a.s.p-ee one... more like a well deserved ticket to freedom. I woke the next morning and without any notice they up and left, taking their icy skyberg with them.

As much as I will miss them, I don't wish for their return, I'm ready to frolic in the flower blossoms, with humming bird tongues licking my cheeks.