On the first day of January

I read this somewhere and I thought it was a good thought to start the year...

"Every man should be born again
on the first day of January.
Start with a fresh page.
Take up one hole
more in the buckle if necessary,
or let down one,
according to circumstances;
but on the first of January
let every man gird himself once more,
with his face to the front,
and take no interest in the things
that were and are past.
The Old Year has gone.
Let the dead past bury its own dead.
The New Year has taken possession
of the clock of time.
All hail the duties and possibilities
of the coming twelve months!"

Update

That's a long time I haven't posted on this blog so it is time for a little update of the last few weeks:
- Recyclart: On Dec. 17, I went to Recyclart party for the first time and liked it a lot. That will become one of my favorite place to party. The music is experimental and the night features several young alternative DJ's so the music is always interesting and often suprising. Electro-Techno-House mostly sometimes mixed with some disco or rock tunes but the results is great and the crowd too. Fought a lot as well but that's another story...;-)

- Job: I had a few interviews last week and end up with a job so I will be starting on the 3rd of Januari. I published more details about this on my jobhunting blog. I'm so excited by this but also a bit tense that I will be working again after one year and a half nearly of career break while I was studying and looking for job. I think it is really nice that the new year is starting with a new job and nearly a new life because I will be moving to a new appartment with my brother and finally settled myself in Brussels knowing what I will do for the next year or two.

- Christmas: I went back home for the Christmas festivities in my family or what remain of it. It was nearly 4 or 5 years I didn't see some of them so I made some visit and it was quite nice actually despite the fact that I'm not a "Family" person. I got loads of presents. Mainly related to food and cooking it.

- New Year plans: Despite the many alternatives I didn't know which one to choose from, I finally will retaliate in Belgium but as of today I still don't know what I will be doing. Maybe going with my brother and his friends to the Projekt party to dance the night off on some really hard techno with some great DJ's (DJ Rush, Pet Duo, Marco Remus, Adam Beyer, Charles Siegling de Technasia and some others) or something else if anything shows up. Any suggestions welcome...

When weekends start on Sundays...

So it is Monday night and I can declare the weekend finished...my weekend started with a fight about the weekend plans and a long debate between the togetherness/ apartness notions... Not a good start so I ended up calling off all the plans and instead lazing in bed watching dvd's until Sunday came up to bring back the weekend clubbing fever. Parties on the menu: You, a friend's bday party in a club and the Cabaret.

- You: gay tea party...the music sucked big time...a melting pot of disco, rnb, techno, pop,...a bit of everything to please everyone in a super kitsch gay club. They used to have loads of lesbians there but they all deserted the place since the weekend before they refused to let in a group of butches. This lead to the 'lesbian community' called for banning the place. Humanly if I agree with them, ironically speaking, who could blame the doormen for letting only the cute lesbians in...Not me!;-p But the music being so bad, I don't see myself going there too often.

- Bday at bar 60: Imagine the scene...a private party in a tiny bar with a dj boot in the middle and the best lesbians dj's mixing and on the tiny dancefloor...a bunch of cute lesbians, bi and hetero girls + some friendly fellows. That's what I call a perfect party! Yes until some girls indulged my pristine white shirt with some delicious chocolate dipping. It's no problem at all...well until the moment where we decided to move to....

- Le Cabaret: a large gay after hours private club, very chic and trendy with loads of beautiful people, mostly gay males, but also some cute lesbians or heteros girls. People show up around 1 or 2 am on a Monday morning to party. Most of them work that very monday at 9am or so but won't be sleeping until then. These are hard core clubbers or fanatics. You feel it as soon as you enter. People don't actually give a shit about anyone. They are enjoying the music, the company and the drugs which are all excellent!
My chocolated printed t-shirt impressed more than one. I'm not sure where they thought I was coming from. Eventhough, we're in Belgium, there's limit to fashion creativity.

The night was so long and enjoyable that when we were about to hit back home. We were too broke to pay for the cab to drive us to the car, forgot the bankcard in the car, forgot where the car was parked, ... It was freezing cold and my friend couldn't stand her boots anymore and decided to walk barefoot in the street. I decided to stop a cab anyhow and only let the driver know when we arrived that we had no money to pay him. He was a bit irritated but not that much and fortunately he left us in a random street where...my friend's car was parked! Youpie! God is always there to help the happy clubbers have an happy night ending!

Freezing my butt in Brussels

So I met my godmother and her lovely family yesterday for most of the day at the Christmas Market in Brussels near the Grand Place. It was really nice because you can try all types of artisanal gourmet food and hot wine, there was a ice rink and old-fashioned carroussels for kids.
Funny enough, half of the market stalls were filled with some delegation from Quebec stuff: Canadian jacket, muts, Quebec beers, Marple syrup, etc... It felt like Montreal again except when I approach these, they didn't have the Quebec accent so I was disappointed.
Also what reminded me Quebec, was the ice cold weather. After 2 hours walking out there, my feet were frozen and I decided to go.
Today, same freezing weather. Really, I don't think it is much warmer here in Europe and at least in Montreal, we had the snow and the ski... sigh...sigh