I must have been a dog in a previous life because I’m loyal to my friends. Plus I have a great sense of smell… (hummm, something to think about, that could also explain the "bitch" attitude...). I’m saying this because last night I went out with a girlfriend of mine I’ve had for over twenty years. We met at work, became friends and always kept in touch. We manage to get together, just the two of us, every so often. Ah the things I did with her. She’s a good friend, and we share some mutual taste, one of them being A&W Burgers and Dairy Queen.
At least once a year (read summer) we have to treat ourselves to DQ. I thought I had missed it this summer, but, on the last night of August she and I went for a smoked meat sandwich and then made our way to DQ – oh what a treat!
As I was leaving my friend’s place, in the suburbs of Montreal, I noticed a bottle of beer on the roof of her car. I tell her about it, she comes out, and can’t believe it. I then noticed that it’s actually a full bottle. As she picks it up, she noticed it was actually quite warm… eeeew…
It was a bottle of pee, which someone filled up and left there, on top of her car. How gross is that? She lives in a very residential area, in the West-Island of Montreal. I don’t think this was done by kids, at least I don’t think so. Nowadays kids have access to everything. It must have been a sight to see us, in the dark, walking around holding the bottle at arms’ length, if the pisser was hiding somewhere he must have been laughing hard. I sure was. The look on her face when she realised the bottle was really warm: priceless.
Tomorrow night I’ll be hosting a Jewellery Night for a girlfriend of mine (from high school) who makes pretty things with semi-precious stones and silver. What started out as a few girls (2-3) dropping by has now turned into about ten people coming over. I’ll be serving some food (since it’s right after work); it should be an interesting evening. I sure hope she gets to make some sales, because after all it is why I’m doing this, to boost her a little.
Can you believe than in three months we’ll be celebrating the arrival of 2010? I sure can’t!