cuba was so much better. i've been a recluse since getting home from the airport. i have not called anyone or gone anywhere. i got into the habit of drinking and dancing and socialising until the early (sometimes late) hours of the morning. it feels unnatural that my last alcoholic beverage was the beer i drank while waiting to load our bags onto our bus. destination; airport; boeing 737; arrivals at YUL. i love the arrivals at dorval. i never love arriving, but i love the arrivals. i love waiting to depart, watching the people overhead in the clear passageway all smiles, happy from their week spent in paradise. i want to be there again. i wish i had never left. just hanging with my girls, talking about boys, drinking drinks from our mutual boyfriend. i even hooked up with a cute boy. but, here i am, on my computer talking about how awesome it was, past tense. i have all the cool trois rivieres guys as friends on facebook. if only guillaume had facebook. if only jonathan had facebook. there is one of them who seems to have taken a liking to me, yann. we have been emailing since returning to find he was requesting my friendship. now i don't want to be conceited but he seemed to also be into me while we were there, less obviously than jonathan, but not entirely subtly. anyways,i think he's moving to montreal in september, just like michael/mike/mario. party time. i'm bored and boring in this city, pointe final.