I was having lunch with JD here in the apartment last Friday, cooking leftovers. We were talking about all sorts of things, nothing really, just talking sometimes over the top of each other, and at one point it was about friends coming over here from Quebec…

So, his best friend since he was 5 years old was coming to Paris on Saturday for a week. He was saying how it was the worst week possible because his brother was also here, added to that his work schedule and his hockey schedule and it didn’t leave much time to spend with her. The best night for him to see her was Sunday but she was unavailable because she was here with her mum & her sister and her mother had already made plans with some friends of hers for dinner on Sunday night. Bummer.

I was talking about our friend, and Michelle’s collegue who was coming over from Montreal and was going to be having dinner with us on Sunday night.

He mentioned that his friend was supposed to be staying in a hotel in the 8th which would have suited him better than being here in Chatelet where they had to change to for some reason. I said isn’t that funny, that’s where our friend is staying. I also mentioned she was coming with her 2 daughters.

We looked at each other and said…. “no, can’t be”

We called Michelle and asked if she knew the name of Rita’s daughters… she didn’t. JD called his friend, and I called ours.

and guess what…

We spent Sunday night all together JD & his girlfriend, his brother, our friend her two daughters (one of which is JD’s best friend), Michelle and I.