Last night, I went over to my friend Sophie’s house, which used to be a small chemistry laboratory.
All of the walls are dentist-office blue, and the steel doors weigh about six hundred pounds.
She and her housemates grow vegetables in their tiny front yard, and last night we tasted the fruits of their labor for the first time.
It was actually a really nice dinner; there were chips and guacamole and some sort of bean salad, and someone mashed up a veggie burger and mixed it with salsa which we ate out of the frying pan.
Shriram got tired of me taking pictures of him…
So he hid under the table.
We were planning on walking over together to an event called Get Ale-y with the Daily, a meet-and-greet with McGill’s biggest newspaper. Instead, we decided to go for a night hike up Mt. Royal.
Sophie brought fancy green tea to warm us up.
We weren’t sure how to get there, so we cut through lots of sketchy parking lots.
Fog covered everything; the sky was pink and drizzly, the wind smelled of autumn. My camera died at this point.
We hiked up slippery dark trails and made bad puns at each other. We reached the top, and looked out over the Montreal skyline, half misted over.
This cross is sort of creepy at night, but it means we reached the top.