I considered today my first day of freedom and the holidays. Yesterday, I was just a mess. I was so tired. I think my body knew I was on break and it decided it wanted to sleep all day.
Anyways, today was a fun day. I woke up at 10am and went to lunch with a friend I hadn’t seen in a long time. Three days in a row that I got off campus!
After lunch, I came back and just bummed around. I took a nap and woke up at 5pm. Tonight was the St. John’s College formal Christmas dinner. The reception was at 6pm so I got ready for that.
Around 6:30pm I arrived at the Social Lounge to mingle with the other residents. There was wine and some tasty hor’dourves. The SJC choir then sang four holidays songs for the assembled crowded. The choir was excellent!
Dinner soon followed afterwards. The appetizer was three types of smoked fish with cucumber-yogurt raita. That was really good. The main course was roasted goose breast with sweet sour cherry sauce flavored with port
wine (you can tell I’m copying this from the menu). Anyways, the goose was superb. I’ve had goose a handful of times before and this was the best prepared goose I’ve ever had. Dessert was some sorta lemon mousse thingy in a chocolate cup. It wasn’t that good.
After dinner, there was conversation and rumours of a party in someone’s room. I left the dining hall and changed out of my formal duds. I loaded up Spearhead and then I realized there was a party going on upstairs. What the hell was I doing?
So I followed the music to the party. There was like 20 people packed into one room. There were people spilled out into the hallway. Inside some were dancing up a storm. I saw Kristina there and she was nice enough to let me have one of her beers.
As I mingled I formally introduced myself to one of the residents here. Her name is Laura. “Oh, so you’re Erwin!”, she said. That’s always a good sign. She said she had delivered some sandwiches to my neighbours and they told her to give me some sandwiches too. I wasn’t home at the time, but she remembered the name on my door.
Laura and I got to talking. She’s a very cool person. We talked about the follies of dating and stuff. There was talk about the prairies and Coquitlam. Then I think I must have gone crazy. I was just joking, but in the span of twenty minutes, I called her a “slut”, “the best girl to pick-up”, and “promiscuous”. It was all in jest of course, but even I was surprised at myself. Honestly, I said it in a really funny way, if that’s possible. It would have been understandable had I been drunk at the time, but I was very, very sober.
UPDATE: I was trying to remember the specifics about my conversation with Laura when I was writing this post, but I forgot. Now I remember… here’s one snippet:
ET: Oh, so you lived in residence here during your undergrad too? Where did you live?
LE: I lived at Totem.
ET: Oh, so you were a slut then… ha ha ha…
I laughed at the whole thing and she was a good sport about it. When she gave me the finger and told me to fuck off, I felt it was in good fun too. Then she said she had to get some water and then left.
I think I made a good impression on her. As she walked away I told her I think we’ll be good friends next term. Ha ha ha…
Seriously, though, Laura is one cool gal and it’s nice meeting some new people around SJC. And I don’t think she’s a slut, the best girl to pick-up, or promiscuous. And I know what you’re all thinking, I’m not looking to hook up with Laura. So keep it in your pants.
During further mingling, the most common comment I received was, “Oh, so you’re the blogger!”. This is weird because Richard’s talk about blogs and my blog seems to have expanded its reach beyond what I had expected. People said they were going to read my blog now. This is good and bad in a way. Good in that I always appreciate a growing readership. Bad in that I can’t write about people and not have them read it.
In any case, if Matt Farish and Mitch Gray are reading, here’s a big hello to you both.