Saturday, August 15, 2009

Tipsy Ramblings

[Georges Saint-Pierre, the Pride of Montreal]
I am in the enviable circumstance of people conflating their good times at wedding celebrations with the excellence of my product, my house. Somehow, their good times become intertwined with where they had them, the part of the event they paid for.

Even as we speak there is a roar of a twenty voices of Quebecois geniality and family pleasure from the other side of the pocket doors. They have asked for barbecue implements and got them. I had to clean the damned barbecue for the first time. Disgusting. Even so I like having a barbecue. I may even use it myself some day.

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