Saturday evening, Montreal blogger Richard and his partner, Serge, visited. They were scrubbed and polished and glowing in anticipation of an evening's stroll through midtown and a review of some of its watering holes including Posh, Barrage and Therapy. As often happens, the evening spun out of control. Rain began, and Joe, in one of our three taxis, bellowed for the benefit of the driver "The doctor said it wouldn't bleed so much if I would just keep my finger out of it.", and, "So I scrubbed and scrubbed and I think I got them all, but then there's still the eggs." The driver was unimpressed.
We all ended up at the Eagle where R & S learned that dressing up or down doesn't much matter in that place. (The truth is that because they are both extremely handsome and hot, no one noticed what they had on.) Unfortunately, we barely got to exchange a few words, and their social obligations meant we did not see them again. Let them return soon.
Back row: Chris, David, Joe, the two blog-widows: Serge and C
Seated: non-bloggers Joe and Todd of DC, Tornwordo
Front: Jeff and I
8 comments:
That is SUCH a cool photo! For the ages!
Tornwordo!
I miss everything.
;-P
love the photo. what a fine collection of manflesh. joe looks a little satanic, dontcha think?
Beautiful photo.
I'm envious. You met Torn and spouse! But then again, I'm also envious that they met you ...
Ah yes, it was great to meet everyone yet time (what's the simple past of fleet?) was fleeting. We never made it back to the Eagle as family drinking obligations took us well into the wee hours. We did make it to Therapy, Vlada and Posh later in the week. We also enjoyed strolling through the Ramble ; ) We'll be back and you know Montreal is delightful in the summer.
Fleeted.
I have GOT to learn to cross my arms like everyone else. I have absolutely no shoulders in that picture.
Too bad we missed each other... by a week.
I did make it to Therapy on a Friday night, though. Alcohol is the cure for the world's neuroses.
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