Friends with pink hair

I don't have friends with pink hair in Dallas. Here in Montreal, I do.

Had lunch with my friend Kate today--the Australian actress who's doing her own personal world tour. She had left here a couple of weeks ago to go to New York, Seattle, and Vancouver. However, she was lured back to Montreal by a boy she met briefly while he was visiting Sydney a couple of years ago, but finally really met the last time she was here in his hometown of Montreal. In any case, she and I found a fantastic little pizza restaurant (something I've been craving since my arrival here) and had a wonderful time catching up. She's here for three days before heading on to London, but may end up here again depending what happens with the aforementioned boy. For your viewing pleasure, I've attached a short film of his. I wonder if Kate was his muse for Anika.

This evening, I went to a screening of movies. This was a big one in an opulent old cinema (pictures here). At least 100 people were there (probably more -- I'm guessing kind of like the "how many jelly beans are in the jar" game) -- and it was a huge success. The actor I've written about, Andre, was there with his famous girlfriend, but I resisted the temptation to say hello to them (ha). Afterwards, Barbara (friend with pink hair), Jean-Francois, Vanessa, Mathieu, and several others invited me out to dinner and drinks at an incredible restaurant. They planned to wrap up the night with more drinks and dancing at a UQAM (Universite de Quebec a Montreal) bar, but it was too lame for me, so I left. (Translate: I was more tired than they were.) On the bright side, I've been offered free lodging in Quebec City next weekend by Barbara with the pink hair and her 23-year-old roommate Fred (independently of one another, which is nice), so I'm going to take them up on it.