Bonjour mes petits brioches. C'est l'Halloween. Ok, well maybe its not quite l'Halloween yet, but its is l'Halloweekend. So now is the time for me to share my life with you. This year is proving to be quite a houseparty l'Halloweekend. I went to a houseparty last night, I'm going to a bigger houseparty tonight, and tomorrow there is a houseparty that I will probably not go to because I'm too cool.
I have roughly a million friends visiting because I am so popular. Except actually, half the people from my high school moved to Montreal after they graduated so the other half comes up to visit them on l'Halloween it seems. Needless to say the estrogen level in my apartment is equivalent to that of a Cocoa 70 at nine pm during exam time.
Last night, I was winter in the four seasons with two of my roommates, plus my honorary roommate ("she doesn't even go here!"). We pulled it together pretty last minute, and we looked hella fierce if I do say so myself. It felt weird being in the Christmas section (yes, they already have one) of Dollarama during l'Halloween though. The security guard in there was seriously on the prowl though. Usually, he just stands at the exit of the store, on the semi-regular occasions that he is there, but yesterday he was walking through the aisles looking very menacing. I came up with a phrase that I'm going to start using around exams or when I'm feeling real stressed: busier than the shop detective at Dollarama. As they say.
So yeah, Halloween.
No comments:
Post a Comment