How do you make a good life great?
Pressure one of your longest friends to hop in their car and come visit you in your new digs for the weekend of course!
And always one to enforce a strong sense of pressure on my friends, I was
delighted off the wall when my moaning and groaning guilt-tripping worked and Kordan arrived on my doorstep!
Kordan and I have been friends officially for about ten years, though the majority of this time has been spent living in different provinces. Actually, all of it has been spent living in different provinces. After a brief consideration period (unless you count the six-and-a-half years since last seeing one another) on Friday, Kordan and I decided to finally meet once again in Montreal. He is currently living in Toronto and so Sunday he headed East to start the 6-hour trek here.
While he spent his drive drumming his hands on the steering wheel and likely singing his heart out to lame love ballads (it's just his taste of music I guess) I skipped around the neighbourhood, stopping in at the wine store, the cheese store, the grocery store, the toothpick store, the bakery and the meat store and picked up some essentials for a tapas-style dinner.
The Menu?
Chicken/bocconcini/tomato mini skewers
Balsamic and ground pepper marinated sausage and bell peppers
homemade guacamole and tortilla chips
Double Ash goat cheese with fresh baguette
and for dessert:
Freshly made Tiramisu and chocolate cake (it's all in diversity)
the wines?
A cheap 2008 Cab Sauv from "USA" (too cheap to list even a state)
a full bodied 2009 Chilean Shiraz
a 2009 pays d'oc Merlot by Rothschild
Whatever this romantic formula equates to...it was wonderful. In fact Kordan made such great time that I had no time to prepare anything and ran out the door when he got here with my cell phone in one hand and a knife in the other. I dropped both...somewhere (this somewhere ended up being the floor of the hallway) and zipped down the curly staircase and jumped into a very eagerly-awaiting platonic embrace. (I add the 'platonic' so no one gets ideas).
Then we attempted to put 6 & 1/2 years behind us by filling in every gap of news and gossip possible before heading out to a local bar called Barfly where it's open mic a la bluegrass every Sunday. After having a couple of gins and beers and a much-needed pee, we headed back home: full, drunk and excessively happy.
Unfortunately I had a lot of intern-related work and so we didn't have time to spend touring around much, though we did take in a faux-documentary at Concordia's Politica Cinema (free political documentaries every Monday. woo!) which was disturbing but good and also fit in all-you-can-eat sushi.
This morning before his departure we managed to make crépes together while listening to The Paperbacks (we are very 2003).
Okay I have to seriously get moving on Kwagala, intern stuff, degree planning, and school. Over all the best part of moving is having friends come visit.
Consider yourselves advised.
Speaking of friends, it's my best's birthday tomorrow! Happy Birthday leigh.!
bisou!
-k
