Hello Halifax, my old friend. Dalhousie: Class of 2000. Apparently you can get a decent job with an arts degree. I’m here on business. And no, my meetings are not at Ralph’s Showbar. (Those are called meatings.)
It’s tempting to reenact the ol’ downtown shuffle of my 18 — er, 19 — year-old-self. But none of my skirts are short enough. And I’m a little rusty at grinding Greek men. It just wouldn’t be the same.
Most of the old stomping grounds are gone anyways. Merrill’s? No more. JJ Rossy’s? Long, long gone. My university days are a distant memory; but a hint of cheap tequila on the Argyle Street air.
It’s just as well. These days, as a busy working mother with a toddler who wakes up every other night at 3am yelling “Apple juice!”, or “I like cheese,” or “Boobieeeeeees,” I have a whole other idea of pleasure.
And I have found it. Sweet solitary ecstasy. Right here in downtown Halifax.
I am going to straddle the chubby one, front right, in 3… 2… 1…
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jen boone
March 2, 2012 at 6:42 am (7 years ago)Uh uh uh give it to me baby uh uh and all the girls say I’m pretty fly for a white guy….
not sure if this was what you were thinking of, but I’m tired and up bf baby at 3 am so….yup.
Beth of the Lower Condo
March 3, 2012 at 8:15 pm (7 years ago)Lady Janice of The Penthouse on The Bradshaw and her minions of The Lower Condo on The Bradshaw wish to exercise their right to free speech and publically express that if you do not win Blog of the year or mouth of the year or whatever it is for which you werre nominated, someone is not doing his or her job.
Mother Blogger
March 11, 2012 at 4:10 pm (7 years ago)Ha ha! It took me a little while to figure out who this was. I almost marked it as spam! 🙂