If it weren't for Bad Luck...

Last night's "bad luck" party at Alexa's was an eye-opener. I don't think I've ever seen so many people crammed into an apartment like that before. And they seemed to be a pretty diverse crowd, too! It's all the more remarkable when you consider the fact that only 3 of the 4 roommates there invited people. Glancing back at the e-mailed invitation, there's no way I would have predicted that so many people would show. I figured it would be a pretty casual night, something akin to the dinner parties we hold here from time to time. Note to self: hot newfie girls know how to throw a good party. The thing is, it was damn near impossible to talk to anyone once it got into full swing.

The action was divided into 3 main areas of the apartment: the living room, the kitchen and Alexa's room. While the first 2 locales are pretty standard for any gathering, it was the third that really caught my attention. Y'see that's where they were smoking the sheesha. I can honestly say that I had never seen one of those before moving to Montreal and, truth be told, had never seen one in action before last night. Some sort of molasses and fruit tobacco mixture is put in a ceramic bowl, topped with foil. Then hot coals are placed on top to burn the tobacco. I really don't know too much about how the contraption works, but I imagine it's similar to a bong. There's apparently a pretty lengthy cultural history in India and the muslim world regarding smoking sheesha. Just goes to show how oblivious I am of other cultures.

Kate was in pretty fine form, I must say. I really wish I had her confidence. She's already pretty outgoing, but once you add alcohol to my sweet little roomie, she seems to lose all fear. In fact, when I left I think she was still deciding if there was anyone worth picking up. Since no unknown male appeared from her room this morning, there must not have been any decent prospects there. It blows me away that she's still single. But like I said in the past, it's better to find the right one, rather than bedhop.

I didn't stay particularly late, myself. Once I had finished my Labatt Bleue Dry, I wandered back home. I got into a semi-drunken conversation with my other roommate, Meagan, on my cell. Probably not the best chat. I had just enough alcohol in my system to pretty much speak my mind about anything, particularly if it was something that gets under my skin. Wouldn't you know it, but the name of one of her friends came up. I told her that I didn't like him, his personality, or the fact that he disrespected my friends in my presence. I also told her that if he did it again, he wouldn't like the consequences. To be honest, it wasn't phrased nearly as politely. I was downright nasty with what I had to say. So I should probably go smooth things over with her now. She's already got CMT, so I know she's up... alright, that's it for now.