le parking
when one door closes, another one opens. just when i got the shaft from just for laughs on my media pass to see the great margaret cho, i find out that my downstairs neighbor is my very first gay boyfriend in montreal, and he's asian! though my korean lovely only speaks in european languages, i would have no one else run around and yammer on at me in french and german. we met in the laundry room when i destroyed my clothes and traded incense. he's pretty straight acting, but the alarm bells went off when he offered me something to drink, then proceeded to squeeze fresh limes into three blended kinds of fruit juice and served it all over crushed ice.
i came down to knock to see what kind of housewife he was going to be if he was never home, and to see if he was responsible for the cheesebread smell. he wasn't, but i walked in on miss thang getting ready to go out, so i got roped into drinking and waiting for another delicious gay boy to show up and we ended up going to the infamous "parking" though two out of three of us wanted to go to a shisha cafe.
the club was dark and garage themed, with the back end of cars everywhere, a house room and a hip hop room, and many, many nipples were pinched that night, i can't help it, i have a problem! there was one point where i was in a cage grinding with four near-naked (and when they were dressed, they were well-dressed!) sweaty Montreal gay boys and i was in heaven. finally. i can see the luck turning around now in the city.
we came home and i had a bus to catch in a few hours, so S made me a tofu and organic greens salad and we talked for a bit before i retreated upstairs to pack my bags. the bus ride to nyc was long but i made friends with a new old lady who's going to call me for coffee when she gets back to Montreal. pickle shot.
