So I spent my afternoon that day in and about Montréal's Chinatown. It's far more..."walkable" than Calgary's. There's no cars driving down it so you can walk down the streets and there's nice places here and there.
Anyway, later that evening, I got to hang out with my cousin and friend (we've known each other for years) and her best friend who recently got engaged. Then we went out to her friend's house on the Plateau to meet her other friends to do this "clothes trade" thing. It's a really neat concept. All of them bring in old clothes of theirs or their families and they pile them and they go through them, try the on and such and take some clothes home. It's a neat way to get rid of clothes. I did end up getting to pick some clothes (a nice jacket, a PJ shirt, a pair of pants and a skirt and a cheap but fancy-ISH purse) as did my cousin and her bestfriend and another friend of hers who was there.
Oh and her friend's appartment was so laidback and...cute I found. It was one of the duplex-type places that was really old but quaint. Her rooms you could tell were painted or laid with things that were in a laidback "meditative" taste. I dunno. Her appartment was vacant because she was out of town but she left them the keys.
On the way out, her friend's boyfriend was trying to remember Star Trek themes randomly and, using my crazy memory skills, managed to hum or in Enterprise's case, sing, the songs he asked. It was funny. Actually what's funnier, is that even Francophones have a hard time with my name when I say it out loud.
So we jaywalked across busy Av du Parc back to the car with our "loot" and back to my cousin's place in TMR. We dropped off our loot then went back out to this..oh my goodness...one of BEST ice cream places I have ever been to! It was Italian ice cream (not gelatto) but it was so good! We all had seconds and tried as many flavors and shared some between us. It was so yummy! I think if we all somehow got together in Montréal we should go there. The ice cream was amazing. :D
And my cousin is just purely, a great person. Almost on the same level as my brother and she's almost like an older sister to me (again, we've known each other for 19 yrs...mind I only recall 15 but she's known me since I was a baby). I mean, I have 3 others, but really...you guys know the drill, I've never met them and maybe won't for another 2 or 3+ yrs.
Sadly though night was soured a bit when I first got there. Another of mum's friends was at my cousin's house talking with her mum (again someone who knew mum). We'll call her Denise. She had called me prior to say how she would've wanted to see me and such. Anyway, when I first got into the house and the dining area was clear she sounded off on me on how I should've done better in keeping in touch with them (her and some of mum's friends) and how I should call them often and send letters to them. Well, I was ticked and wanted her to go so I wouldn't have to get mad at her but I kept a straight face, apologized, she sounded off a bit more and she left. She said some other things about how I should've called far in advance to see everyone's availibility.
Actually, mum's friends have all sounded off on me so far on this trip. Save for Patricia but the others, my goodness...I guess it's justified but..bah. Let's start this over. Wait, first, the others of my mum's friends have all told me how I should've called further in advance before booking my train ticket. Well, I believe I did so but I recall being told that I should call later in the week or that they needed a date (which would in turn force me to get a ticket because I don't have a credit card) and I had given them a possible week but they all wanted a fixed date so they could plan. Alright, makes sense. But then they all sound off on me and my bad planning. True, I have bad planning...after all this is the first time I have had to plan a trip on my own to Montréal. True, they have a right to tell me, but not like some of them have.
Before that, (back in the day :P) all I had to do was call Grandma, tell her the days and I would be set OR, mum would call and do all of it but mostly I would call Grandma and let her know. Last I was in Montréal, my cousin and her mum had both offered me a place to stay as they knew well how I used to always stay at my Grandma's. This year, I tried to do it on my own. Look, it seems I failed--I don't need you all telling me twenty times over that I did (though not all of them call each other but hell, I'm sure I'll be the topic of many conversations to come for some of them.). My godmum sounded off too, but she kind of gave me tips and suggestions on what I could do better next time.
Anyhow, most of my mum's friends i suppose are just trying to be mums for me. (Apparently Denise said that they all were. That's a pretty bold thing for me to hear from somone...maybe I would've been flattered had I not been criticized earlier.) Maybe I'm just not used to criticism but those comments dented my trip. I know they wanted to help but they way some of them did it I just didn't find appropriate.
You know, I could just skip seeing them alltogether and just do things on my own in Montréal. And I just wanted to tell them, "Despite how much I look alike to mum, I'm not her. I don't phone 5+ people everyday and weekend nor do I frequently write letters.". Mum was able to make time and call them, the last three years. Did I have real time to call them? Not so much. Calling her friends back home was low on the priority list for me during those years. I mean I wanted to call them but I either thought it too late when I got around to it and I was mostly concentrating on not breaking the eggshell-like peace in the house, dealing with dad's emotions and health and keeping my grades up while I failed 3 courses. Not that I'd tell them I failed 3 courses in High School and finished with a 75% average which is an accomplishment for me after what has gone on. Because to them, I'm supposedly an 80s student or I should be that and more as anything less would be for some of them, unacceptable or unimpressive.
I wanted to retort and mention the fact I'm almost 19 and no longer a kid with too much time to spare. I have barely any time to do my crafty cards anymore. I'm sorry but, as much as I would love to make cards like I used to, I can't.
But I suppose this is all part of the so-called learning process?
...That was such a wierd rant.
I'll make a seperate entry about today (Aug 29th's) tomorrow.
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