Altitude: July 18, 2004

I'm in a bar called Altitude 737, on the top three floors of Place Ville Marie (if you've ever been to Montreal, it's the tall building downtown with the four rotating floodlights, you can't miss it). Opening night party for GALA Choruses. I'm not especially enjoying myself (which is probably why I'm sitting on a window ledge overlooking downtown Montreal, sipping a $6 gin-and-tonic, and blogging). Actually, I'm wondering if I should just leave; I'm so sick and tired at going out to bars where I land up screaming at anybody I'm trying to have a conversation with, because the music is so loud. Personally I think it's pretty hopeless to expect to meet anybody here, but I told myself that for once, I'd stay until the bitter end (3 am, but I'd only give myself a 20% chance of that; I always feel so out of place and so anxious that I land up leaving early anyways). It feels like everybody here is just cruising for a hookup for the night, but I know that that's not true (*sigh*). Over and out.