So a few texts from Surf... nothing has been fixed. I called him Sunday night for the first time ever without texting to ask if he was free first. He was at his friends cottage with a bunch of people. I got jealous of them for getting to be around him! Silly really. It was a 2 minute long conversation which culminated in him telling me he'd talk to me when he got back to the city. He texted me Monday morning to say that the party had been crazy etc. and that he wouldn't be home till late.
I fucked up with him. Sometimes it hurts so bad that I would do just about anything to have him feel the same way about me.
So Saturday I killed my thoughts of Surf with MDMA and sunshine. My friend Peter and I tripped out in the sun down at the harbourfront. We ended up getting the MDMA from a guy I met online who said some friends left it there and that if we wanted to go get it, we could have it. I was like, wtf, srsly? Whats the catch?
Anyway, we met the guy, he was cool, he gave us the drugs and told me about his group of weekend friends who just do mdma and dance one night a week. I was very interested...
I don't know if anyone reading this has taken MDMA but the high on half a pill is amazing! Everything you touch is softer, more interesting and you get a perma smile and you FEEL happy! Peter and I wandered in and out of art exhibits and art installations, through the crowds of brown people (it was the Carabana Festival) and around the waterfront.
Lo Lo was meant to come out with Peter and I but she bailed at the last minute.
Peter and I ended up going to the Social and dancing all night. I met some guys from Montreal and ended up going back to the village with them to chill in their hotel room. The original guy I met admitted that 3 of the 4 had girlfriends (despite 3 of the 4 trying to hit on me) so when we got to the hotel he peaced out and went to bed. Then the other two spoke hurried, muffled french and then ran off to the convenience store whilst the last guy, the guy with the drugs, stayed.
The druggie guy says, in a heavy french accent, "So, de hav no condom, I ave no condom, I go to concierge, day ave no condom... I send them to the store to but condom!"
I was like, wtf?
"Um, I'm not going to sleep with you!" I said as he was laying on top of me. The mdma makes people REALLY touchy feely!
"Why not? Do you not think I am sexy?", he looked shocked that I'd said no.
I explained that I wasn't the sort of girl who picks up boys from out of town, follows them back to their hotel rooms and nails them. He seemed to respect that but did ask me like 30 times if I would have a shower with him.
We fell asleep in each others arms around 7 am. I woke up at 8:45 and hauled ass out of their before any of them could wake up. I HAVE NEVER LOOKED WORSE FOR WEAR IN MY ENTIRE LIFE! I hadn't eaten properly in days (as I was off weed) and an all night drug and dancing session didn't help.
This is how he looked when I left... like a little angel...
I took the subway home to meet Peter who was sleeping on my couch, the little angel! he hadn't known what bed to sleep in!
We spent the day wishing we had some weed, me still tripping out on the early morning mdma and watching pay per view. It was a nice day....
