Montreal reeks of Big D and me. We spent many a good times here, and it’s impossible to go through a day in the city without thinking “I remember when D and I did [this] here.” I think one of the things I miss most is just… doing things. Little things, routine things, everything together. We were a weird couple like that: joined at the hip and never sick of each other. It was really interesting because I could always count on him to be free to go do something strange or outrageous with me. Or just something low-key like cook breakfast together and enjoy a good meal.
I was supposed to have a brunch get-together with S, C, and Emo-tastic A today. I hadn’t seen S and C since winter break, and I really wanted to catch up on things and ask them about their impending South Asia backpacking trip. So, like the eager-beaver nerd that I am, I went to pick up groceries and drew up a brunch “menu” for us to enjoy. Well, turns out that they all have shifts in the early afternoon and none of them realized that I was pretty far (public transit-wise) from their work places. (Although I did specifically ask if C would have prefered a brunch at a restaurant closer to her workplace). In any case, it got me kind of down. And kind of wishing Big D was still here. He’d come, and we would have a blast making kiwi-blueberry-mango, yogurt-less smoothies.
