28/12
Running from possible cops after climbing the Selby hill and indulging in the often remarked offerings. More like symbols and decoration than actual substance I thought, but upon closer inspection I find substantial amounts in some 3. Take it and start walking fast as the paranoia starts creeping up. (Insert fancy word here for cross) Through the underpass into westmount, turn left immediately as I think it will be less populated than the areas I know. Hit brush, keep going, behind tennis courts people can see, keep going. Finally I hit large residential backyards and a little path in their back I lounge. Someone is cleaning or something with large boxes strewn along the path and I fear they'll want to know what I'm doing if I cross them so I don't go. Luckily their sense of authority prevails soon enough and they are distracted telling practicing people to do it right. I take the chance and run through the boxes into the path, and go up it until I feel I'm past him, possibly without being detected (he doesn't want to go on the path).
Reach the end of the path and am a little worried. I crawl under the fence at the end and am at a super fancy dinner, which is titled 'Chinese theme'. I think I might try and pass as one of them but the Chineses aspect of this particular backyard is the worst possible one. I double back soon enough and go into the next to last one. Noone has arrived yet, so I have no problem fitting in. It's Mexican themed, which should be easy. I hastily choose a table so that look supposed to be here but unfortunately it only has place for one guest and that won't fit my entire family. I'm given 'Sopa de queso' and understand everything easily enough. Nevertheless, blending in requires conformity to my characters and my translator is called in. He doesn't fill up the guest seat and sits to my left. I begin eating and none of my family is joining me. I have a pet tiger who goes and bothers other patrons at a further table. I call to him but am embarrassed my his name, "BASHo". The translator is telling me not to worry. It's the end of the meal and I'd like to remember many people have joined me although they don't seem too friendly. My pet tiger is nice and likes being pet but I'm still a little afraid he'll try and bite. Returning the hotel I'm not even supposed to be at with M, something about E.
The next morning, visiting K at her house, getting her to come to mine, there's nothing to be done for her fascination with M. Her attention is fully centered on getting to know him and I feel a little left out. In the final scene, outside in my yard as I didn't get changed fast enough to make it into the pool at the same time as them M is making waves and calling them a shield. She likes it and calls him on how they could possibly be a shield. Their english challenge cats vis-a-vis their relationship to me are very compatible. I drop a glass and am madder that it's slowing me down even more. Mom putting up clothes on the clotheline thinks that this was her relationship to W, which is a pretty bad nightmare.
In the St-Augustin-like country getting stuck on a steep hill in the middle of summer because I didn't want to rev up the motor and use gas that much. Hitting math Prof. Paul Koosis' house. It was a good thing I didn't go up that hill 'cause any gas would have been a waste since the house was at the bottom of the hill. In any case, about to jump the fence and check out his backyard when I notice a pretty huge shag dog sleeping further down the yard, surrounded by animals. It's a big as a bear and I'm only glad I didn't wake it up since I don't think it would have hesitated to break right through the low wood gate.
The other house has cows and is actually Marisa's (or at least her doing) and in Mexico or the caribbean (as in nearby) as it's clear I'm vacationing with my family. The floors are pure dirty with baby/pet puke or lots of dirt from shoes, etc. everywhere. She thinks she'll have to clean it from head to toe tomorrow, and I offer to help. I add a little extra 'should'-talk, "..'Course we'll have to take off our shoes", which completely turns her off..
With M and G again, they say they are going to K's and all I want is still for her to like me better. I make it my plan to beat them to her place and do so. She's still sleeping and not very happy to see me. They'd called her so she was expecting it at least. Getting stuff, all of it and not going in or even having her see them as last time when he led the way in and I had followed and gone on the bed.
Final one seeing a commercial where a little kid races an older bully (the actor is way too old) out a subway station, and wins even though he took the stair 'cause he ate cinnamon toast crunch eggos. I go upstairs to the agency and want a shot at being the older bully. They will shoot it in another 30 minutes. Leaving the station a little behind the kid, see him ignore a passing talker who asks if I have a script for him. Go far, in Quebec parliament hill, all the cast and crew are scattered about. See one hot girl beside her van talking to some dimmer. I want to cut in as I know what she means long before him, but I might not win a direct challenge (due to history?). Throw some litter on the floor, about to talk as she's returned from the bathroom before him. Guilt about littering takes precedence, though and I pick it up (ew) and go to the trash one block away. Think he'll be back before I return, didn't even think how dirty my hands would be from picking it up. If only I hadn't dropped it in the first place! Chance with the girl compromised by dirt, hope he's not back.