May. 3rd, 2006

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I can't decide if memeage truly always occurs when I'm not at a computer enough to participate, or if it only FEELS like it always occurs when I'm not at a computer enough to participate because the flist suddenly explodes.

Meaning one day when you least expect it I'm breaking out with a list on a random letter. JUST YOU WAIT.

Three conversations monologues I had while I was away that are relevant to today's story:

1. In which I proclaimed that I am anal and fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants in equal parts, as evidenced by my tendency to, when going to a new place, look it up, find careful directions, plot walking routes and/or transit routes, but then have full faith in my ability to remember all that and know where I'm going and not take anything with me, not even the address.

2. In which I declared I am a distance optimist, and constantly make heartfelt proclamations about it's really not that much farther, even if I really have no idea where I really am or where I'm going, but I firmly believe that I am almost there.

3. In which I expounded on my theory of city memory, where I have, in certain cities, the ability to find my way around after only a short time, although I'm very bad at remembering actual store or street names.

So today, I decided to go to Santropol after work, which is a cute café in Montréal that I went to a few times when I lived here. It has an awesome patio out back, so I was trying to wait until the weather was a bit better, but it's been pissing down rain here, so the fact that it was momentarily dry was enough to make me wander off. Now, I haven't been here in five years, but I was completely confident that I knew where it was, although I didn't know any of the street names. But I was sure! It was on the southwest corner! I still remembered what the sign looked like! It didn't even occur to me to look anything up, other than how much bus fare was in case I was too lazy to walk back.

I'm sure you can see where this story is going. I walked up St-Laurent for nearly an hour, always feeling quite certain that it was just across the next intersection, until I finally had to admit that I had passed the mountain and had really, honestly, never been that far before. So I called them, and found out they were on St-Urbain (just two blocks over!), and that it was so much closer to my old apartment than I would have guessed. So I walked back, and lo, there it was.

And then I had a massive sandwich (blue cheese and brie and tomatoes!) and a chai milkshake, and even just typing chai milkshake makes me want another one.

Since I was right there, I also wandered past my old apartment, and through my little mall-ette, which was somewhat scuzzier than I remember (but Cinema du Parc! *adore*), although my opinion may have been influence by the person in the bathroom who didn't shut the stall door while she was peeing. WTF? I seriously don't understand that. And I tried to go to my old work (which is actually not my old work anymore, since it is in a brand-new building), but it's on summer hours already and was closed. Oh well.

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