A Dozen Firefighters and a Chocolate Fountain

That is not just my sexual fantasy (you’re welcome to use it by the way), it was the scene at my place last night. We had BP’s crew and their better halves over for cocktails and my neighbour lent us her chocolate fountain for the occasion. They’re a great group of people. Funny though, they are not your stereotypical firefighters. At one point I observed several of the men sipping pomegranate martinis and admiring Cakes' photo calendar, while we women were drinking beers and talking about tattoos. A fine evening.

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It’s been an unusually busy week.

Tuesday night I went out with the mums across the street. We had free tickets to the world premiere of the film Partition. It was the first time I’ve attended a premiere. It was an interesting experience. I was hungry though – I didn’t realize ahead of time, it was held at an auditorium not a theatre, so there was no popcorn or soda. All of the movie goers were most serious – no one got up during the film to go to the bathroom. I really had to go, but I held it because I didn’t want to be the only one going to the bathroom during the film. No one talked either, it was dead silent (that was nice).

“Whiskey before beer, have no fear; beer before whiskey, rather risky."

Christine came through town for one more night on her way back to London and we went carousing on College with a few of her friends. We went for dinner, then to Eat My Martini, where they have $5 dollar martinis on Wednesdays (including tax!). That is just too good a deal to pass up. The wise thing to do would have been to go home after the martinis, but no, we had to go for a pitcher. Needless to say, hump day was a bit of a bust this week. I was game when I got home, but as soon as I hit the sack, I became dizzy and started to drool a little and BP knew better than to even bother.

I had my class Thursday night. The Romantics aren’t my favourite, but I love this class anyway. The prof is wonderful and it is a spirited group of people. We were talking about Keats, but kept getting off-topic and also covered Barack Obama, sex, our own poetry, Oprah, more sex, theology. I will be sorry to see the end of this one.

So, tonight I rest. I plan to watch Desperate Housewives and eat leftover hors d' oeuvres. Maybe I’ll try to make up for Wednesday (there is leftover chocolate fountain...hmmm).