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Holidays went well.
Seeing Jessie again was really re-energizing. Drive in the country, beer at Castro's, belly dancing belt at Courage My Love, tepas during quiet hour, lots of walking, beach, warm weather, delayed flight. Very nice things.
When they dropped me back in London, my parents were none too impressed with the state of my apartment. The underwear on the floor is to be expected, but the pile of crap on my couch, in addition to the dirty dishes in the sink didn't really make for the image of good living that they were hoping for. And I agreed with them. It was a disaster zone, but I had been in a rush to get to the train station when I left and what can yah do. Things are getting tidier. I now have white Christmas lights here and there as well, which is making the atmosphere much more friendly and homey. I also have a large painters-tape outline of a robot on the wall. I'm a very classy interior stylist.
Finally made it to Montreal to see Dan in his element. Danced in the new year with him, his nice friend James, and my friend Carly. Next time I go to Montreal I will either wear crampons or go in warmer weather. I enjoyed the trip.
Not really into the blogging thing lately. Byeuh.