A moment.

Amid all the stupidity and lameness, the needless anxiety and the fear, I will always remember the look on her face when I said "Cheater. It's just like 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey' all over again," and she laughed a true, loud, uncensored laugh, as we walked through the empty theatre.

So. Tired.

Went out with my friend C last night. We went shopping (yes, she was able to drag me out to go SHOPPING, where I assumed the typical male role of packhorse) and then went to see Collateral, which was not all that impressive.

We got back to her place and I checked my voice mail.

There is a message from my friend S saying "hey M and I were wondering if you're free at 10am tomorrow, we're going to have coffee and stuff..."

Considering she's visiting from AUSTRALIA, I'm like, crap, okay, I should go to that, since she's leaving on Sunday.

So at 8:50am, I wake up and I call M and I'm like "... so what's the deal with this coffee thing at this obscene hour."

It took her a second to realize it was me, I think, calling before 9am. She laughed.

"She just called me, we changed plans to noon."

"So I can go back to bed?"

"Yes."

"Sweet."

So we made plans to meet at noon and I went back to sleep and here I am and my gosh, I must love my friends, because I AM SO TIRED, and yet, I'm awake and I'm leaving here in like, a half hour, to go meet them.

It's been a weird few months. Getting back in touch with mzac. Seeing S for the first time in years, seeing J and I for the first time in years... all these old friendships suddenly renewed. Montreal is the smallest city of three million people ever. And I'm not the only one reconnecting, either. My friend I got in touch with B this summer, much like I got in touch with C last summer.

Very odd. Why are we drawn back to the past? To these people we used to know? Something to ponder, as I get dressed to meet my friends for lunch