  Awwwwwwwww shit. The boys are coming to town tomorrow. I've got Adam and Josh meeting me late night tomorrow night, after making the long trek from Oakville I'm hoping I can suck them into some hard drinking and/or drug abuse. That or maybe sleep, and get an early start on Saturday night. I know I'll have fun but I'm not looking forward to the feeling on Monday when they leave. It's going to be like I just did the last line of blow out of an eight ball, and I have no valium or hard liquor. It's going to be a rough, sad, hurting time. Homesickness at the level of a skull fucking coke hangover. At least I'll get to see two of the best friends I've ever had and ever will have. So much trouble coming up this weekend...Tonight I meet a friend from the club and go meet some friends of his who are strippers, I've had a lot of stripper friends having bartended at a gentleman's club for so long, but not Montreal ones, so this should be interesting. Then it's off to the club we work for, tonight is the beginning of a new Thursday where apparently they will be playing 'erotic' videos (but not porn, I'm confused) on the screens. Ladies free with a pass, guys, twenty dollar cover. They want a 'sexy' vibe in the place tonight. They instructed us to only hand out passes to extremely attractive girls. Sounds like discrimination to me, but that's the nightclub business, if they have a velvet rope and they're turning those they deem 'ugly' away, I'll be mildly saddened, but I'll go anyway.
Shows how strong my convictions are. Otherwise, I was a productive person today. I watched Antiques Roadshow, either I have the television tastes of a seventy year old woman, or I'm a douchebag, or I'm fascinated by hearing how much old shit is worth, or I only have three channels and that's the level of boredom I'm dealing with. I did a few hours of promo work, watched Simpsons, had a nap. Then I got stiffed by my friend, I'm not sure why but I can pretty much guarantee that it has something to do with his girlfriend who controls his every move.
If he's happy, that's great, but I can tell that he isn't most of the time and I want him to be. Meh...You can't fuck with your friends' relationships, it's bad for business. I then cleaned the hell out of my apartment, swept and scrubbed the floors, cleaned the bathroom (tub too), organized, dusted, cleaned glass surfaces with blue liquid and did the dishes. Once I was done all of this I decide that I deserved a trip to the store for some of my favorite drug. Beer. Which I am now sipping in a peaceful way. I am quite happy that I learned to add links to my blog site (thank you Allie).
For anybody who needs virtually unlimited hours of streaming audio DJ sets, live performances, etc., go to the Paxahau link or the Betalounge link. Excellent stuff is available. Enjoy, I've barely even scratched the surface of these sites. For now, I must go, but I recommend Cee-Lo's album, Green is the Soul Machine. Solid hip hop and soul. Really quite innovative. Worth many many listens. Also Luomo's The Present Lover, smooth, sexy, sultry (thanks Geoff) house music. In addition to this, I've just starting reading Irvine Welsh's Porno, the continuation of Trainspotting set ten years later.
So far I've wanted to write down multiple parts, very enjoyable and I'm only fourty four pages in. I hope these recommendations make someone happy. Anyway, enough rambling...More drinking, my beer is getting warm, good thing there's another in the freezer. Salut, Au Diable. 
