Weekend update

Weekends are supposed to be fun but this one saw us cleaning up the upstairs apartment getting it ready for the new tenant who moved in yesterday. We both hate cleaning up someone else's funk and I really don't see how someone can come to our door and claim, "I'm all done cleaning up," when that didn't even entail using a broom. It was gross and the things he didn't want he just left. That's okay, we'll be happy to take that out to the curb for you. And here is when I start sounding like an old man but what is wrong with people these days?

My recompense? Mexican food! Well, sort of. It does look like Mexican food doesn't it? This is that place that opened up on the plateau called Koka Loka which is decorated in that gaudy pinata way with bright colors, oddly matched, thrown up onto all the walls. Purple and Red and Yellow and Green and bright as can be. Okay they got the cheesy decor down. This is the place that at Yelp, the lone reviewer claimed, "It was like the chefs looked at a picture of Mexican food and imagined what went in it to make it look that way." Well I wouldn't go that far, but the salsa served with the chips looked and tasted like they used spaghetti sauce as a base. So. I had a vegetarian tostada which was okay. I'm looking forward to getting the real thing when I get back to California.

So the new tenant arrived with a moving truck yesterday just as we finished watersealing her balcony. When we asked for the balance of the rent (Serge let her sign the lease with a mere $100 deposit) she whined and offered a post dated check for the first of the month. So not only did she get 4 free days but she took possession with a hundred bucks and a promise. It remains to be seen whether or not we're idiots. Okay back to the big walk yesterday. When the movers arrived, we took off, had Mexican food and then walked around town. It was a beautiful day.  The jazz festival was in full swing (get it?) and we listened to some big band for a while and had a drink.

Since it was a Sunday, Tam Tam was happening so we went over and listened to the hypnotic beating at the drum circle where people joined and left the group as the beat morphed according to I'm not sure what. Very organic is the best way I can put it. I've never seen so many people openly smoking pot since I was in Amsterdam either.

Then we happened upon a festival (you can't throw a stick without hitting a festival in Montreal in the summer) that I think was a steel drum band competition. Or a caribbean festival, not sure. But we were totally mesmerized by these kids playing the steel drums. Normally I don't like this sound, but they were good. Here listen:

Then we came home and Georgie was a good boy waiting for us. He didn't chew anything. I think he's finally starting to lose his severe separation anxiety. He still sticks to me like glue but he doesn't cry so much now when one of us leaves. Who's a good boy?

Five o'clock already? Serge garnished our drinks with, wait what's this flower? He can't remember either, he just knows it's edible. Anyway it was a nice end to a great walk and a work filled weekend. Now it's Monday but it's all the same to me cuz I is on vacation. (Don't hate.)