Prelude to summer: or, The Party

May 26, 2008 § 4 Comments

It was a colossally good drunk.  I won’t speak about the hangover.

The Professors threw a party last night, which feted an academic conference I did not actually attend.  Even so, the booze was free and plentiful and I shamelessly took advantage of the fact to  get completely legless.  I was by no means the only one.  

It’s been a while since I’ve been to a party, and even longer since I’ve been to a full on, balls-to-the-wall, smoke-‘em-if-you-got-‘em party, as last night’s indisputably was.  Montrealers, I’ve noticed, don’t throw parties quite the way they used to, which has everything to do with the fact that spacious apartments have gone the way of the dodo.  It’s hard to tear the roof off in a 3 ½, and harder still when most of your neighbours are colicky newborns.

Thus, it falls to the Professors to offer up their homes for summer revelry, and to provide the gallons of beer, wine, and spirits it takes to get a loftful of their peers and graduate students loaded.  That this cohort happened to include several old and much-missed friends and a decent smattering of new ones was merely the olive in the martini glass.

And yes, that was me dancing my ass off to Eminem.  Je ne regrette rien



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