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This is my first encounter with Daylight Savings Time. I don't know have to change my watch, a (lovingly used) gift from someone seemingly no longer into talking to me (not to be melodramatic, but it is true), so that's sort of a problem. But problems are something I've been trying to not think about too much lately. Yesterday was All Souls Day and it was maybe the best time of my life in quite some time.

Vanessa and I had an incredibly anti-climatic Halloween the night before. We went to go see the Deep Dark Woods (a band from our hometown), but unfortunately we were both so tired and the show started so late that we were literally nodding off midway through the first set. We were planning on going to a party afterwards, but we just ended up going home. So I had an excellent sleep and woke up super late, ate some granola and soymilk, made some vegan chocolate chip cookies, drew a little... Then V came home and we ate a fairly magnificent lunch of nutted couscous with fresh tomato sauce (parenthetical aside: I know I talk about food a lot; that's a post for another day).

Then I realized that I wasn't going to get much work done at home and I went to my friend Chris' house. We listened to Marvin Gaye's What's Going On while I drew and he did homework. It was comfortable and we asked each other some important questions, like:

What three albums do you know best, like, start to finish?
What were the albums in heaviest rotation in your house growing up?
Is it weird to have an all-time favourite song?

Soon it was getting to be dinner time and I booked it to No Frills (after going to wrong way), bought some salsa-ingredients, and shuffled home. Vanessa, Adil, and I made salsa and pita chips, and then the roommates + boyfriends embarked on what would be the awesomest night ever.

1. We went to our old flatmates Edith and Sarah's new house-warming party. They are the nicest people ever and had an enormous (vegan!) feast ready for the insane amount of people there. There was hardwood flooring and halloween lighting and So. Much. Dancing. We didn't stop for several hours, dancing to everything ranging from the old school ska of Edith's university days to Spanish rockabilly. Edith is a fantastic dancer and so was pretty much everyone there. A bald dude and a tall blonde woman and their baby cut up some serious rug. It was this experience utterly lacking in pretension and it was wonderful. And! Everyone was sober. Which made it even better.

2. Adil and Vanessa and I went to Dance Cave, a local hipster dancing establishment. No cover charge and good music = I don't care what kind of people go there, and they all seemed nice anyway. We danced on a beer-sticky floor to The Pixies, New Order, The Smiths, and pretty much everyone else wonderful. Our last dance was Paper Planes by M.I.A. and then we walked a block or two and ate the best Lebanese food of my life. They had a big sign outside that said "VEGAN COMBOS" and I was sold. Everything was cheap and insanely delicious.

By this time it was past two, so we hailed a cab (one of my favourite things to do, but obviously something I can't do more than, uh, twice a year) and vamoosed home.

Study Summary

1. I should go dancing more often.
2. Dancing is way more fun when you are not with someone you have a crush on/are dating and therefore feel shy dancing around.
3. It's pretty easy to dance without being drunk, contrary to popular belief.
4. Marvin Gaye made a really good album in 1971.