To The Motherland

As with much of my time in Montreal, it has been a week of heavy drinking and much partying. The weather has improved dramatically and it is a wonderful sunny day as I get ready to leave. Since we got back from camping days/nights have been occupied with some gamecube, some cooking, a bit of football/hacky sack and of course; beerpong. It has gotten quite ritualistic in fact.

Beer pong is reasonably simple. Two triangles are set up; one at each end of the table consisting of partially filled cups of beer. You then either play one on one or team up to throw ping pong balls down to the other end of the table attempting to get them into your opponents' cups. At first it is quite an easy task but as the cups begin to disappear it becomes increasingly difficult.

Simon and Richie are a pair of idiots. On our way out they were throwing themselves into couches, traffic cones, piles of boxes and just plain trash. Wrestling with each other in the street and generally scaring the hell out of people walking past. Poor souls. To make matters worse, when we got home I passed out on the couch and they covered me in shaving cream, marker etc. Then started throwing mattresses at me and wrestling with me, Sie and Richie like complete idiots until the police were called and had to break it up. Personally I think it was Richie's laughter that caused the trouble. Damn that boy is loud.

Which reminds me, the night before when we got home, Sie decided to cover Aurelien's bed in stuff, starting with his cupboard and finishing with every single thing in his room. While he was doing all this, the girl in his bed passed out. Way to blow it Sie. Good stuff.

Today I'm flying off to London for a couple of weeks with Ben Dyer followed by my trip to Sweden. A trip that is looking increasingly unsure as finding work looks like a tricky task.

In a hungover daze I left my Ipod+speakers in the hostel in Seattle. The past few weeks have been occupied with attempts to contact them and get postage organised. Lately it has looked certain that it wouldn't arrive in Montreal before I flew out and I had resigned to the fact that I would have to pay for more shipping and mess around with it in international transit. I couldn't believe it when my ipod arrived mere hours before I had to leave for the airport. I was certain that it was lost in transit for the time being and that I would have to make alternative arrangements. I am pretty damn lucky sometimes.

I am having mixed emotions here; not knowing what to make of my situation. I have had a crazy year here in North America and I am sad to leave. It's been "a rollercoaster ride of emotions" as Rico so eloquently put it and I hopefully I have some good memories that will last for ever. I suppose I should try to take stock of some of my shinanigans; obviously being drunk and stoned didn't help me much but I really couldn't get much of a string of stories together for the campfire when requested in Ontario; felt rather empty at that moment.