Puff

Before I move to today's adventures, I should let you know that I can check karaoke off my to-do list. You'll be proud to know that--at his special request--I sang "Puff the Magic Dragon" (in English) with a French guy named Jean-Francois last night. It was especially good with his accent and my accent together, and after a fair amount of liquid courage for both of us. And by "good" I mean "terrible." I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get kicked out of Canada for it. Fortunately, I had enough sense to leave the bar before my Madonna solo was called. Madonna? What was I thinking when I put that request in? Granted, I practiced the (to remain nameless) Madonna song, like, 10 million times in my bedroom when I was 12, but yikes! Glad I got out of there and still had some dignity today.

Moving on to tonight's adventures, Jules (a director) invited me to a screening of his films tonight. Even though I was 45 minutes late, I was still among the first to arrive. As an aside, I cannot figure out this punctuality thing...for some events, people arrive 30 minutes early, and for others, it's fine to be two hours late. I always seem to pick the wrong one. In any case, I arrived at the interesting old converted warehouse where the screening was to take place, and didn't know anyone besides Jules. After a few minutes, though, I noticed a rather nice-looking guy looking at me from across the room. A bit later, I noted that he was still looking. Third time, I returned the look and smiled. He smiled back and indicated that I should head over to his side of the room. So I did. He started leaning in for what I presumed was the "nice to meet you" kiss on each cheek. However, as I was leaning in towards his face, he didn't reciprocate and kind of went a different direction... He reached behind me to remove the large tag off the shirt I bought today. My first words to him, in English: "Crap! Thank you."

I can't tell you how many times I reminded myself to cut that stupid tag off today. We chatted for awhile and he ended up being very nice (name's Christophe), and that's the end of that.

The movies were good. Then I came home. I'm pretty sure I've embarrassed myself enough in this 24-hour period.