Nuit Blanche

nuit blanche proved to me how bad i am at planning and how dependent i am on my cellphone.

not having a plan + not having a cellphone = confusion.

i was supposed to meet a friend for nuit blanche, but because my phone keeps breaking, i had no way to reach him. walking around downtown the whole night, i felt very guilty because i knew he was waiting for me to call and wondering why i wasn't returning, what i assumed were, many attempts at reaching me.

but as faith will have it, i spotted him in Studio 303 amongst the millions of other people and activities going on that night. i knew he was mad at me, but the coincidence of that night made up for it.

it was an interesting night. we visited many different museums and saw a variety of people and artwork. i was forced into eating a very questionable looking and tasting red cake, in a room that smelt of beer and seemed to be part of a different dimension and era. that was only one of the weird things we witnessed. another sketchy one; a completely white room which only had 3 megaphones delivering some weird message in french to 2 people sitting on chairs staring blankly at the wall. at the front of this exhibition, they were selling grilled cheese. yea, it was strange.

the metro ride home at 4am was just as packed as rushhour at 5pm. but on a night like nuit blanche, time doesn't seem to matter to anyone, not even stacy which was shocking since she worked 5 hours later.

Red Cake

Studio 303

Museum of Contemporary Art