On failed picnics and a new/old city

I am more or less moved into my parents place. Much will remain in boxes as there is no guest room or anything for me here, of course. I also seem to have forgotten my camera battery charger in Boston, which is really annoying.

I mostly spent the first week post move in downtime recovery with maery and pat, which was most pleasant.

Eri, who had bragged she could succeed in a picnic after hearing of the bug-ridden fail of my farewell picnic with aerynne, offered me wine and foie gras. We found a nice patch of grass before her class and then discovered there was no corkscrew and the seal on the foie gras had become insurmountable. (I still suspect due to her putting it in the fridge.)

The result? Bread and water.

(We eventually went to Arahova for a snack and they at least opened the wine for us. It was a sauternes, however, and not really for drinking casually.)

A Canadian phone is winging its way to me and soon I should have contact info. My plan to port my American number seems to have failed, dashed upon the rocks of Verizon's bureaucratic shores. I still hope to find some way all North America can contact me cheaply.

I have a CV to send in for a possible Air France job, an phone interview with a start up being run by an old colleague, a mysterious "plan" to discuss with Hobbes, a promise to arrange a meeting with a PR guy, and the circus people to meet up with.

I'm ready to start hanging out with Montrealers though, now that I've stopped hiding some.

I am still hoping to take advantage of not having to scramble to put food on the table to actually learn how to put up a website and properly create my flickr galleries.

The Universe is a funny place

So it seems the old colleague of mine who Facebooked me asking if I would call her to talk about a project was unaware that I moved back (and was currently 8 blocks away from the cafe she was sitting in).

It is an interesting project, although still a bit in early stages. I am intrigued, though. I may have to poke my psych and BARCC friends about it though.

I also like meetings with professionals in funky cafes. I think it kicks in my general food service thing where everyone becomes cuter.

Overheard at Cine Express

"You will lose the full majesty if Metallica if you're high."

"And then I have tickets for Snoop Dogg."

"Oh, you have to be high to appreciate Snoop Dogg."