Out riding fences

As much as I love sleeping cradled between two nernies with all their sleeping nernie noises in full working order, and I do, I've decided to detangle myself from the blankets, brave the crackling (and slightly slanted?) wooden-floored hallway to the living room (where there is a couch, but only a very small one, hence the 3-to-a-bed) and post something. Because it's too weird to be in Montreal, in Sachi's apartment, using Sachi's laptop, the fanciest laptop, without making use of it.

Montreal-to-visit is a fun city. Of course, having a friend here with a place to stay, and friends of her own, and knowledge of the metro, makes it more fun. Funner, even. Like for example, she knows how to charm cab drivers and handle snotty waitresses. She knows what to order at the Copa (not rum shots, though for some reason I kept calling them rum shots), and she will kindly warn you that once you leave the Copa, your clothes will smell like Joe Camel died in them, in a poorly ventilated room, three weeks ago.

On our first night, we never went to bed. On our first full day, we hardly got out of it. Except to go to Jean Talon, and buy attractively coloured vegetables, for roasting. Also, there was breakfast. Breakfast was very important to me at the time. I was hung over, but in the way that makes you want to stuff yourself with eggs and toast. The good kind of hung over. If that's possible.

Not to mention: people! There are people that orbit around Sachi in Montreal who I like, a lot. I guess that shouldn't surprise me, but I always go sort of bug-eyed when there's more than two people who I don't know very well in a room and I want to talk to each of them, at length, and never feel remotely tempted to come up with some weird way of exiting the conversation ("well I have to urinate. now.") but actually want to keep talking, thank you, for as long as possible.

Today, when today actually starts and the nernies de-bed, there are plans to be active. As in, possibly we are going to go somewhere and walk around. Probably I will spend a lot of money. I can't remember the exact details of our plan, not exactly, but I know it has something to do with bagels.

Now I'm tired again. Just enough, I think, to want to crawl back between the noisy nernies and nernily nuzzle into the pillow and ever-so-nernishly nap. For some time.