The Last, et puis, à l'autre côté.

After Matt and I woke up from our respective sleepless nights, we continued watching The Wedding Crashers while eating Subway then dashing around the Métro to Otterburn Park to hang out with Thomas and his friends. Seriously, we were waiting to catch the 4:20 bus, and we were behind every slow ticket-buyer and his mother to get our tickets for the bus, and literally rushing through the Longueuil station to get to the bus, which we made. Whew.

We got there after a nice bus ride full of gossip and hearing about internal medicine to Thomas's friend's Sandra's house (where the gathering was for her mother's boyfriend's birthday, but I was still taken in with open arms), and Matt and I remarked how much we felt like we were at a resort. The houses all have pools with perfect landscaping and the houses are amazingly decorated. A really nice sunny last day, too.

Then we bought 20 ears of corn and among seven people, finished them without problem. Thomas also introduced me to eating corn with butter and lime juice, which is delicious. Then we went back to Sandra's house and the clothed swimming time began. Matt got dragged into the pool, at which point, I asked Sandra to borrow something to swim in, and it was delightful. Then we (those without a change of underthings) stood around the fire kind of chilly and hoping for the best. It was fun to be welcome, it was fun to be in water, it was a delightful last night.

Driving back into Montréal, I was starting to really feel that I was leaving, and Thomas just got an adorable white kitten named Simone, with whom I spent the night cuddling and playing with every few hours. Then this morning, we woke up, Matt scared the life out of me when I was coming out of the bathroom, then we held each other laughing for minutes, and we watched some Family Guy and then it was time for me to go. I had some tearful times, but I know that I get to take the best parts of Montréal with me. This summer saved my life, without a doubt in my mind. Love forever.

"You are SO un-American"

This week has been a really really busy one. Full of my oral presentation (which I rocked, and somehow managed to incorporate a shout-out to "Ze End of Ze World" video, oops), dinner and non-dép wine with Conrad, moving out of my apartment (which also was not as big a deal as expected, thanks to people who helped me), and moving in with Matt on Thursday, and taking my exam (which I really rocked) on Friday. Matt and I watched Legally Blonde and laughed, which was great. Then he was on call on Friday night, which was kind of weird that I was just chilling in his apartment for like, two days without him. But such is a great friend.

On Friday, the night started with Vallarta, as good Friday nights in the Village should, and Alex (the source of title quote) designed shirts for the restaurant (there are a variety of three), and Miguel gave me a ladies one with a Vallartini on it and it says "Je suis caliente" on the back. We sat out on the terrace and giggled for hours and hours, because it's Divers/Cité, a gay pride festival this weekend. Then Team Vallarta took over Unity (and circumventing the line what what!), and it was packed because of the festival. It's like New Year's Eve, with awesome tunes and awesome company, even though my lovely host was at the hospital. It was a night of great great dancing and all of us having Vallarta shirts made it a lot easier to find each other in the crowd :)

I'm really getting upset about having to leave so soon, it seems like life is just moving too fast and there's so much left to do and I hate having to do them for the last time, at least for now. Montréal is really home, and I just know I can take the best of it with me.

Good things are coming to an end too soon, and there will be much of good things before I return to the States. Full of life.