Best Valentine’s day ever. Firstly, to Bulford's show at Logan’s. A Magnetic Field’s tribute, 69 Love Songs by Bulford & his co-star for the night: Jane. Then, after a couple of smokes behind the backstage curtain, and me slugging along with Bulford & my new makeshift habit (it seems): gin in the soda bottle (an entire mickey this time), we hopped over to Lucky for Xavier’s V-Day show with the Raygun. Gave a couple of swigs of Bulford’s Fireball Whiskey to homeless man doing V-Day serenades on Cook. Said we made his night; and honestly, he made ours back. My waiting outside of Lucky for Bulford to bring Xavier to face the bouncer standing beside me. Tell the bouncer, “yeah, she can get in [for free].” Such a poor-girl relief to not have to pay cover. Not a relief to see, time and time again (NB, every time I go to Lucky) that the main bouncer there hates me. HATES me. He seems to think I’m a trouble maker, for some reason. Which is ok by me, because frankly, I think he has the worst communication skills I’ve ever seen, meaning, he’ll never be in a situation where he’s about to get laid, since he can’t even chat up drunk girls. The majority of bouncers are drones, anyway. & I believe Bulford actually told this particular one off for me. So, grand vindication.
Rock n roll is the only way out now.
Intense dancing, with intermissions of smoke and bathroom breaks. During one said bathroom break, Bulford perched on the counter of the girl’s washroom, saying, “I’m so ugly!” (haha! he’s a pretty boy, but I mean, yeah, I get it, haha!). Some other girl in there with us, not really knowing how to handle it. Maybe not knowing what to do when those words aren’t coming out of her mouth. All told, woman tend to say stuff like that a lot. I know I do. I think my reaction was laughter, but most of my gin was gone by that point and then we proceeded to finish the final drops of the Fireball.
Spent night on Bulford’s and Xavier’s sofabed. Something about Xavier in the bathtub because he was sick, Bulford going to the store at two-thirty in the morning to get him some neo-citron. Then, after the stirring and giving of citron, waking me up from a really good sex dream to step onto the balcony with him and smoke. I whined and whined and Bulford had to practically drag me off the sofabed. I was already asleep and so, smoked with him sleeping.
DAY AFTER V-DAY WAS SENSORY OVERLOAD:
--Woke up an hour or so before the boys. Woke up to Big Light from outside. Sat in bed while flipping through a fantastic Japanese fashion magazine.
--Breakfast with Bulford, Xavier and Melissa at John’s place. Leaving some Jesus-bent note with our rather poor tip. Hoping our doodles and sudden Christian love leanings would make amends for our poverty.
--Xavier asking me to do his band photos! I, accepting!
--Going to The Bay with Bulford. Bought himself a Swiss coffee maker with a milk frother.
--Coffee at Italian café on Government with Bulford, Xavier, and Xavier’s mum, who was on the last day of her visit from Ottawa.
--To the tobacconist shop by the Wharf with Bulford, (after Xavier went with his mum to walk her back to her hotel &tc.). Biggest revelation of my life: THAT STORE HAS EVERYTHING I NEED TO LIVE. I stopped counting how many orgasms I had, & just quivered: cigarette cases (of which, Bulford bought one), cigars, cigar clippers, chess boards, Zippos, the most gorgeous flasks, and (!) imported cigarettes. After some consultation with Bulford, I bought a pack of Calumé (the peaceful taste), German cigarettes. I love them, but think I prefer the French ones, since I’m partial to clove, and intense clove at that.
--Condom shop with Bulford! Nothing bought, but many things found!
--Bean Around the World! Had a cup each over a shared cigar, ran into a couple of people we know (Lucas and Kyle, a linguistics’ student whom I first met in Calgary at an art show at Bushido, the tattoo place) and drank with them, and eventually, Xavier trotting over, his mum flying back to the nation’s capital now.
--To Value Village! All four of us. I snagged Updike’s Couples for seventy-five pennies! A hot pink cover! Ran into Erin by the jeans. While Xavier was dancing to Madonna, I found a tie that was made for him.
--To the Noodle Box for dinner with Bulford, Xavier and Erin. Flipping through a Latin Heat magazine until our orders were ready. I had the delicious black bean, Erin the spicy peanut, Xavier the spring rolls, and Bulford some curry.
--The Mediterranean and Middle Eastern Foods store, Blair Mart. Picked up 200 grams of Turkish Delight. The guy who owns the store makes blocks of it himself. He let all of us try a slice each to hook us. Too late for me, though. I’ve been disgustingly addicted to Turkish Delight since I was about seventeen. Bulford got some marble Halva. Was surprised that I was crazy about Halva myself. But ah, so many things people don’t know about the Polacks and how we sustain ourselves.
--Back to Bulford and Xavier’s place on Cook. Smoked some of Erin’s pot, which was a god send of sorts, since I had the biggest craving for pot the entire day . . . . and . . . . .:
!!!
and:
while eating almond cookies and the figs that Xavier picked up from Blair Mart, the four of us actually watched THE BEST MOVIE EVER. It’s a Japanese film, called: Tampopo, about noodles. For real. A scene with a high class whore and her customer where they orgasmically transfer the raw innards of an egg from her mouth to his. It didn't break until she came. Tantric. Sex with live, desperately flipping shrimp. I honestly was reeling after it was over. We didn’t want it to end. Also: funny! Also: stylish! Also: incredibly smart!
--Home at midnight. Caught the penultimate bus. Started a short story before falling asleep, perfectly. My place is immaculate; James Joyce is lightly taped to the front of my microwave.