There isn’t a Drink Toque the size of a bottle of vodka for a reason

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by Stephanie Bennett, The Drink Toque's East Coast Correspondent, Oct.7, 2009

What do people need when they move to a new city?

By order of importance:

1. A place to live, preferably a home. Got that. I’m living downtown, in an apartment on the third floor of a (heritage?) house. I’m assuming it’s a heritage house, but I’ve just wasted half an hour looking up the definition of a heritage house and all I’ve found are pro-life, abstinence and GOP themed pregnancy tests, who knew? (http://www.hh76.com/pro_life_products.asp?group_id=54). Hilarity and hypocrisy aside, I live in an old house.

2. Things to put in said home, preferably furniture. Working on it. I’m sleeping on a futon for the first time ever, something I hoped I was past when I turned 25. It works for now: I lie on it, I fall asleep, and in the morning I wake up. I also have a large pull-out couch apt for friends visiting from Vancouver to sleep on (come sleep on my couch). This monstrosity took 2 hours and 3 people to move into my place. Steve and I moved it from his parent’s house to about a third of the way up the tiny fire escape stairs until a lovely young man passing by asked if we needed help, whereupon I instantly dropped my end and batted my eyelashes. Feminism aside, at least the room below my glass ceiling will be comfortably furnished.

3. People to hang out with, preferably friends. Work in progress. I’ve been hanging out with Monica, Steve and Emma a lot. Emma and I like to talk about her poops, why the dog barks so much, Cheerios and the like. Monica introduced me to a friend from work, who in turn introduced me to some of his friends and somehow I ended up horribly underdressed in the only “dance club” in St. John’s. This is where the vodka times happened. After having a mellow month of drinking casual beers, the hard liquor decided to take things in another direction. A direction towards public urination and walking into things. Does a first impression not count if you can’t remember it? If I fall in the street, and no one is around to see it - does it not count?

4. A job, preferably one where I can eat all the popcorn I want, drink around 6 cups of tea a day and hang out with my baby friend. Done!

5. A direction in life. Blurg. If I want to start my Master’s degree here in September, I have to get my act together by February. This leaves me 5 months to decide what I want to do and how I’m going to do it. I’m told my choices are either law or medicine. Uh...

Making friends ...

Let it be known, Drink Toques are way more fun than Futons!