My employer hosted a conference in Montréal today, and I got to attend in the hopes that I would learn a thing or two about what we do. It has been a very exhausting two days: two nights ago, I pulled an all-nighter with my colleague who was responsible for the administrative part of the workshop: we both got to work at 9am and we left at…11:30pm. Well that is when I left; she was still waiting for her ride when I left. My eyes were very sexy slits by the time I hailed a cab (actually I got the hotel next door to call a cab for me but the thought of me hailing a cab sounds so very Montréalais, doesn’t it?).

The following day we drove to Montréal, and the original plan was to arrive in mid-afternoon (since Montréal is only two hours away). Somehow (aka traffic+construction+car accident—not us, thank God), we ended up arriving closer to 5:30pm and unlike here, lots of stores in MTL close by 6pm. For the night! There was this one store, Simon’s that I was especially hoping to go to, but that will have to be another time: by the time I checked in to the hotel and met up with my dinner partners, ate delicious schnitzel (sadly, not with noodles like they mention in The Sound of Music), we only had time to do a quick tour of the Eaton Centre (which had no stores remotely interested to my plus sized bod). After a quick walk around the mall, I headed back to the hotel to wait for my roomie.

Yup, I had to share a hotel room—and yes, the indignity of it all is still chafing me. And worst of all, we had twin beds. Usually, I get a king sized bed, or two doubles or queens, all to myself, in a room of my own but my luck ran out. I am always nervous about sharing a room with someone because I may snore, talk in my sleep and drool and nothing is more embarrassing than waking up with tracks of drool on your cheeks (and what a contrast it makes against the brown skin!). Anyway, I couldn’t have had a better roomie, she arrived several hours after I did, and while she ate dinner she got to listen to me blather on about all my issues. She’s the kind of person you start talking to and can’t stop because she’s so darn understanding, and at the same time I get nervous talking to her, though I have no idea why.

I’m pretty sleepy and it’s another work day tomorrow. I’m pretty sure this is one of those entries that is banned by Maggie Mason in her book, No One Cares What You Had For Lunch but I posted it anyway.

If you recall, I went to Montréal all by myself, big girl that I am, back in 2005. I had a blast and I think you should read about it here.

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