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| Sunday, October 29th, 2006 | | 5:35 pm |
Novelty plates
So this guy speeds away from the intersection the other day and a rather unpleasant skidding sound eminates from his car as he disappears away into the horizon. As fast as he disappeared though, I still had time to catch sight of his plate. It said : I XLRATE. Seems to me you'd be pretty hard pressed to find a bigger wanker. I made another pretty impromptu trip to F'ton this weekend as my brother's friends gave me a free ride. Julien brought me to a party with him but I only stayed about 45 minutes. Little brother wasn't making a world of sense and his costume sort of confused me. Something about pirates and butterflies all at once. The pub crawl Friday night though was awfully fun. Fifty Montrealers showed up for some odd reason so I had unofficial translating duties. Seriously though, I spend too much money when I'm there. I'm barely out of debt from Africa and throwing cash around like a maniac at the grad bar because having a credit card still gives me that false sense of importance and invincibility. what an evil little piece of plastic that is. | | Monday, October 16th, 2006 | | 8:59 pm |
Will all you advertisers out there PISS OFF with all your Christmas ads before you erode it of all it's precious charm. Precious charm which has already been widdled away to skin and bones. At least until Halloween is out of the way. The wedding I went to the other day was fun, the guy serving as emcee was a fountain of lame jokes and predictable lines. But I guess he wasn't harming anyone....just bugging the hell out of me. The Deejay playing an Elton John medley for the first half of the evening. You don't need any disc skills to do that, just a properly functioning index finger to push play. I think it's time to go to Fredericton for a weekend. I haven't been there (except for three hours during a funeral) since I the weekend I got back from my trip to Montreal/London/Paris/London/Dar es Salaam /Zanzibar/Selous/Ruaha/Mbeya/Ngozi/Livin gstone/Lusaka/Lake Tanganyika/Kigoma/Dodoma/Arusha/Nairobi/N akuru/Naivasha/Tarangire/Serengeti/Ngoro ngoro Crater/Kilimanjaro/Moshi/Dar es Salaam/London/Toronto/Montreal. I'll see if I can squeeze in one more patio session at the Capitol before people start staying in lest they lose digit to the frigid conditions. | | Thursday, October 12th, 2006 | | 6:32 pm |
Generic nonsense
Honestly, I can tolerate dumb comments, we're all so guilty of them because we're humans. It's when people say the most generic nonsense that doesn't need to be said and ultimately, doesn't mean anything. That's when I want to pull hearty handfulls of hair out of my scalp. These are ALL things I heard on the worksite last week. And these would have been my replies if I were more ballzy. -I sure like it when the weather's nice when we work outside......No shit champ, do you think the rest of us stay up at night praying to Tlaloc for it to rain the next day? -Whenever we have a long weekend, it feels like Tuesday is actually Monday....Well, I hear that after Easter, Victoria Day, Canada Day, Labor Day etc. Why should Thanksgiving be any different. -The Leafs looked pretty good last night, maybe they'll have a good year.....Is the part of your brain that analyzes hockey functionally retarded? -I sure wouldn't want to get hit by one of those machines......Seriously? I've never had the pleasure of a concussion, I'm always up for new things. -I wish today were payday......Not me, I enjoy having an empty bank account. And this whole credit card interest thing really tickles my fancy. -You must miss Africa....In some ways I do, but the SPECTACULAR sights that that continent has to offer really don't live up to working 12 hours per day and going home with aching feet and a screaming lower back. -And the undisputed KING of all generic one liners : I sure wouldn't mind winning the lottery jackpot.....Would you now? I'm sure that's your odd and quirky little desire that you and you alone have. | | Tuesday, October 3rd, 2006 | | 12:33 pm |
Things I wouldn't do
There are several things I have no intention of doing. For instance, if I ever find myself in the wrestling business, I would never get married live on the air. They've never had a wedding that hasn't been violently interrupted. Another thing I wouldn't do, is break off what I've got with Nic over something trivial. So with her being the dominating feature in the landscape of my dating life in 2006, I sit here with great uncertainty. Although we've only been "together" since I got back from the dark continent, it's been going for the better part of a year. She's the only person I've been with in 2006 with the exception of my two part fling with the London girl starting in Zambia and concluding in London back in July (because I'm so God Damn international). And I was NOT cheating on Nic because we weren't a thing yet. I like her a bunch, she tells me the same. I haven't even seen her in two weeks though. I would have called her my girlfriend two months ago but today, I feel as if I have to refer to her as the closest thing I have to a girlfriend. I think she still plans on moving to Japan and she commutes to Mount A every day while I'm at the construction job 60 hours a week. And the LAST thing I want her to become is my "weekend fuckbuddy" but that's unfortunately where it seems to be headed. I don't even know if we're slowly calling it off or if things are going to catch on fire again (a fiery passion that is to say....not a negative fire). I went to the run for the cure with my dad the other day. That was neat. Some of the people crossing the finish line were so red that they were no long caucasian. I can only imagine what they would have looked like had it been a hot day. I got back in time for two awesome Simpsons episodes that I'd missed while I was in Africa. I don't care what anyone says, that show is in as good of a groove as it ever was. Sunday had what was possibly the most solid Flanders material ever. | | 12:31 pm |
A gang of lascivious and lewd pigs
The latest family get together was excellent. To give you guys an idea of how an ordinary gentleman can be transformed into a vulgar wretch, my father's cousin the priest was even swearing up a storm (that's the priest who used to preach at St. Dunstan's for all of you churchgoers in Fredericton). My cousin John's wife drove him up to the camp, took a quick glance at the pathetic crowd of drunks and rolled her eyes back in a gesture that demonstrated how happy she was to be of the female gender. St-John was good, the house my grandmother grew up in is like a museum and her 88 year old sister looks absolutely fantastic. The construction site is winding down. Someone there actually asked me if I was from England the other day. As if I have a British twang in my voice. And I still don't understand the whole helmet thing. With the machines we use, if something hits us, we'll be left with a broken neck and a lifeless corpse, regardless of what we're wearing on our head. -Nothing cracks turtle like Leon Uris | | Friday, September 22nd, 2006 | | 12:15 pm |
a potential shitstorm
The construction site continues to be a riot. The tomfoolery is always abundant. Yesterday, "the boys" decided to keep one upping each other. These rhinocerossy individuals (rhinos, of course, will charge a locomotive head on) kept ramming the portable toilet as hard as they could whenever some poor sap was holding on to his unit trying to take a leak in peace. So obviously, nobody knows when to stop, I figure someone will actually tip it sooner or later. The immature part of me (which can often be a rather large part of my personality) enjoys watching all the foolishness. But then there's the hideous (and needless to say creepy) old man who comments on every cute girl walking by. Good job pal, make them know you're available. I'm sure the feeling is more than mutual. Yet another family reunion tomorrow in St-John. No women are invited to this one. I don't imagine any of them are devastated over it. They'd only be exposed to the men being drunk and functionally retarded. I got some Kilimanjaro pictures developed yesterday. God Damn that mountain. I cursed it to hell and back when I was on it....but the pictures made me wish I was right back on it with the gang. | | Tuesday, September 12th, 2006 | | 12:00 pm |
more foolish humans
It's really sad how one cannot go 24 hours anymore without being reminded of how stupid and foolish humans are. This engineering site I'm at has bumpy roads that would even give hummers a hard time. Yet people go barreling down them constantly. As if they're gladly willing to trade a 45 second delay in exchange for years and years of car repairs and headaches. And honestly, can anyone name me anything....ANYTHING that's more blunt than a STOP sign. Why don't people get it? They think that because a human is holding it up in the middle of the road instead of it being on a pole, that it's no longer valid. These motorists, I don't understand them. It's such a fantastic way to wreck an axle. And even though I don't know anything about cars, I'm assuming there's a lot of stuff on the bottom that's easy to damage. So anyone reading this might be saying "Oh that crazy Harper, he's all talk, no one actually wrecked their car". Incorrect. This one clown yesterday couldn't sacrifice 8 seconds in order to properly manoeuver around the bumpy turn and the car tire exploded and something from the bottom (I don't know what the hell it was) fell off. Well done you moron, I'll bet you can spare those eight seconds now can't you. My other best friend Yves showed up in town the other day. Much like Christian, just like a hair in my soup. Chris had left already. It was unfortunate that the three of us couldn't get together and tell dumb old stories. I guess we'll have Christmas to do that. | | Wednesday, September 6th, 2006 | | 9:25 pm |
I've got another temp job at a construction site for the next few weeks. I can't help but think I'm wasting the boss's money. Me and my buddy Jeff stood there for a couple of hours talking about hockey while we were on the payroll. We don't associate with the hillbillies there who discuss the nascar circuit. I still like Nicole alot, not that things aren't messed up. It's mostly good with her. I find her pretty and fun to be with. She tells me the same. Although I'd like to think I'm more handsome than pretty if anything...who knows. Not sure where it's going, I won't see her all week as she's commuting to Sackville everyday and I'm logging in these 12 hour days. And she's probably going to teach English in 2007 for a few years. As if me pounding the living shit out of Africa didn't complicate things enough. And YES. I DID pound the living shit out of Africa. And YES. I AM screaming. And YES. I AM being arrogant because I AM fueled by my pissed off mood stemming from all this uncertainty. I don't know what'll happen, maybe Nic and I will call it off tomorrow. Or maybe we'll get married one day. Or maybe a crane will destroy me tomorrow. Or maybe I'll live to be 124. And maybe Toronto will win the Cup this year. The latter though, is easily the most far fetched scenario out of the whole lot. | | Monday, September 4th, 2006 | | 12:58 pm |
Crikey
Crikey is right. The crocodile hunter is dead. Every time I'd make a wonderful Australian friend abroad, we'd talk about him at one point or another. Just like I'd discuss the South Park movie with all the Yanks I came across. As my final tribute to him. I say a joke that only Jocelyn will understand. I don't even know if you're ever on the internet anymore. But here it is : "Then the croc took a big bite out of my best mate Wes's leg...OH the MEAT Larry!!!" The funeral was good Friday. Not the crocodile hunter's, my father's aunt. Nice to see the crowd again. A former head coach of the Toronto Maple Leafs was there. That was nothing to get excited about. Aside from that though, he's really a terrific guy, even though he's associated with the Buffalo Sabres now. He's also the guy who identified Tim Horton's dead body in the morgue. My best friend Christian showed up in town the other day, rather unexpectedly. That was cool. He and I were probably the two most wasted people at the Manhattan Friday night when we came across our old friend from school who's probably the most crooked bartender I've ever met, giving away lots and lots of liquor | | Friday, September 1st, 2006 | | 5:39 am |
Stupid Julien
I just got back home now. Nic's neighbor just got finished screaming at me because my car was in her way and she had to leave at 4:30. I cost her about a 4 minutes from her journey and I planned on taking off at 5:30 but she was in no mood for my logic. She screamed something awful. Anyway, I just got back and my brother gave me a couple dozen heart attacks because he wasn't here (at 5:30a.m.) and being such an idiot driver, I thought he was in a ditch somewhere with an upside down car because he has to sleep here with me so we can leave together in the morning. But he wound up walking in three minutes after I did. I'm off to Fredericton in the morning. Funeral time. I complained so much that the family is out of the Cape but I get to see them all again tomorrow. I'm so bloody lucky. This'll be another good one. Someone whose time has come, for sure. No big tragedy here. Hopefully, future funerals will continue to have this theme. It's so damn foolish. Most of the gang is in Saint John or Halifax but I only see them in the Summer at the cottage. How incredibly stupid. I worked on an engineering site today. I got to be a teamster. Doing next to nothing. I spent the first three hours of the shift talking to a guy from Benin. And I've decided that if I ever get to nail Africa again, it'll be in a French part. Far away from where they associate every white person with the despicable British Empire and want to ridicule you because they were ridiculed in the past. I suppose the French weren't angels either when it came to colonization. Quel dommage. Un si beau continent ruiné par ces cochons impériaux. | | Sunday, August 27th, 2006 | | 7:45 pm |
Rogersville???
For those of you not from NB and unfamiliar with Rogersville, it's a little toilet bowl community 30kms south of Miramichi. I suppose it has it's charm though. It's not a prime candidate for a venue that's going to play host to a three time grammy winner. But there they were, some band from Kentucky at yesterday's blue grass festival. They looked at Rogersville and said "wow, look at all this untouched land, you people are so lucky to live here". I've got to give it to this band, I wish I was that much of an optimist. Of all the adjectives and comments they could have used on that place, that's what they go ahead and say. It was a fun time at the festival though. The Gregorian calendar dictates that Summer ends on September 21st but in my realm, Summer is over now, done with. Everyone left Caissie Cape this morning and I don't want to go near that place for at least a few weeks, it'll just piss me off and depress me because everyone has taken off. It was just three weeks ago that the entire crowd of misfits was in full force down there and now it's as deserted as the Toronto Maple Leafs' trophy case. We had a CLASSIC bonfire Friday night to send everyone off. Typical scene, my drunken uncles providing us with kidney splitting comedy and twisted wisdom. I'm going to miss those clowns like crazy. End of Summer, perfect time for a Krusty the Klown style aaauuughhhh. | | Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006 | | 7:48 pm |
Zanzibarian zaniness
April 23rd, 2006 I'm sitting in a boat shaped bar on the island of Zanzibar sitting at a bonfire with a Dutch girl and four Australians. I'd known them for a few hours. We're drinking ridiculously cheap beer and laughing up a foolish storm. A song plays : Always take the weather with you by Crowded House. I'd never heard it but I really liked it. It couldn't have been more ideal for the moment. I was so friggin happy. I knew IMMEDIATELY that as soon as I'd hear it in Canada, I'd be brought back to that moment. Guess what's playing. Guess what I'm thinking of. The weekend was good. My buddy Jeff knows I'm quite poor these days so he took me on an all expense paid trip to Halifax. What an awesome guy. We partied at Matt's house. Listening to Macho Man Randy Savage's new rap album. That's how cool we are. Too bad that wasn't playing on that fateful night in Zanzibar. The party was fantastic and I loved seeing everyone but I passed out in every room in his house trying to keep up with the crowd. Fueled by so little sleep the night before. I went to bed at 6:30 the night/morning before. I didn't know Nicole had to work that morning. It took me by surprise when she darted out of bed in a panic half an hour before her shift. I'm still not sure if she had told me or not. We're still debating who was more shitfaced the night before. Tough call. | | Monday, August 14th, 2006 | | 12:07 am |
Enough seafood to stuff a hippopotamus.
So I sort of wonder who would emerge victorious in a slapfight between Steve Urkel and Napoleon Dynamite. Also, Bon Cop Bad Cop is probably the funniest movie I've ever seen. It is absolutely fantastic. It's written by a Quebecker and it still underlines who filthy rude people from that province are. Even though it still takes quite a few shots at English people. The weekend was fun. Nicole and I bought a garbage bag full of mussels and had those at her place before going to Main Street for the Acadian thing. That was fun, the turnout wasn't what it's been over the last few years though, and the acts were a bit more weak but it was fine. I took my cousins to a Mets game tonight. What a God damn safety hazard that is. There are shitloads of balls coming into the stands like torpedos in that tiny little grass patch they call a stadium. The game I took them to last year saw a little kid get nailed and an old man also got him in the face with a foul off a one hopper. Seriously. A lot of donelnerve moments could ensue. I was more preoccupied with staying alert to catch a potential line drive than I was with keeping track of the score. | | Tuesday, August 8th, 2006 | | 5:42 pm |
Things got a bit out of hand
I might go camping this weekend. That might be fun, even though everything will completely suck now when I compare it to the awesome family reunion last weekend. I'm not sure I've ever been happier in my life, seriously. I popped my ankle again. That wasn't nearly enough to spoil the festivities. It shouldn't have come to a surprise to anyone. With the collective level of drunken idiocy everyone was sharing combined with an uneven playing field and my full throttle baseball habits, a sprained ankle was in the cards. I just got back from physiotherapy session number 1. The reunion was awesome, what's more fun than pissing yourself laughing with cousins you haven't seen in over a year over a bunch of shit no one else would find funny. The guys were childish and drunkenly retarded. The girls were ever so sweet and then they'd be vulgar when they felt like it. My grandmother's sisters look and sound exactly like her, that was awesome. They're like she was before that piece of mother fucking shit alzheimer's disease hit her. It was surreal. They looked fantastic for their ages. My father, Pyro Paul, came out of retirement and decided to burn a few patios, it was nice to see him in his old form. It was like 1990 all over again. What a wicked bonfire that was. As I predicted earlier, not for the faint at heart. | | Saturday, August 5th, 2006 | | 9:14 am |
baseball sucks (unless you're playing a drunken game of it at a Harper family reunion)
Well the Toronto Blue Jays certainly seem to have shit the bed again. Man it's been miserable being a fan of that franchise since they won their second World Series 13 years ago. What a dismal circus it's been since then. It was two years ago yesterday I got back from South America. That's really really not a long time considering how long ago it feels. Probably feels like ages ago because Africa is so firmly lodged in my recent memories. I stayed at Nic's last night and raced back to get the car early this morning so I could bring it back to my mom. What a great time that was, the Summer sun pounding down on my half crippled self as my eyeballs were anything but ready to handle daylight. The running sucked. But as of now, it's not as if I'm in the best shape of my life or anything. It's just that six weeks after having hit the summit of Kilimanjaro after multiple fits of vomiting, I tied my best time ever by biking to the cottage in two hours and four minutes from the front door in Moncton to the front door at the Cape. I also think I'm slowly putting the weight back on that I shed in Afrique. I seem to have four or five of those pounds back. Off to the cottage now. Harper/Sheehan reunion. What an absolute mess/fantastic time that is going to be. I am insanely anxious for this one, we haven't had a proper one in 16 years. There is going to be a historically large amount of people plastered and speaking giberish tonight. If any of you are curious as to what my family reunions look like (and have a shitload of time to kill) you can check what I wrote on December 16th. It's 100% true. | | Wednesday, July 26th, 2006 | | 10:28 pm |
So....am I a jerk????
Quite some time ago, I landed in Africa. A very special continent filled with rolling mountainous jungles, killer sunsets, waterfalls that tickle the clouds, animals so perfect and majestic...you just want to go cuddle up with them as you momentarily forget that they'll shred the shit out of you. When I got there, a fellow picked me up at the airport and overcharged me for a tour. No big deal. That's fairplay, I was fresh into the continent and never really thought of shopping around. However, for the money I paid, the service should have been fantastic...it wasn't. I e-mailed this idiot for two months, he ignored me and even hung up the phone on me. I wanted a refund for the services he never provided and he made me wait the entire day in his office...never showing up. I was so pissed off at him. So I got back to Canada, made up an e-mail address and sent him a letter from a fictional character. This guy, who does not exist, was so naive and hopeless (in the life I gave him) that I'm sure the African jerk was licking his chops ready to rip him off. So I set up a meeting, which no one but Kennedy (the African tour leader) attended. He e-mailed me the next day telling me he'd canceled his trip to Zanzibar for me and also canceled some v.i.p. meetings he had. I let him in on my real identity telling him that since he'd wasted so much of my time and money, I might as well waste a bit of his as well. Here's the letter he sent me, word for word. Feel free to read it if you can put up with the sloppy English. The legal shit he mentions is rubbish. I'm sure I won't be so cocky once the Tanzanian government has a warrant for my arrest. But still, it's rubbish. He makes it sound like he BARELY fucked up and tried to get a hold of me. What terrible terrible lies those are. So am I a jerk for doing this to the poor fellow? I don't really think so. ---------------------------------------- ----------------------------- Hello First of all sorry for not see you on your last day. I have wride your e-mail ct.c. You book Zanzibar with me when you come from Zanzibar I just give your money you pay to Abdala. You went safari with me I did my leave best to you and you kno that.I rent car with I Israel girl my car was ok. Only small mistake at Zambai side wich is not my Country and when you come I was sooo busy but you still get 20.000from my staff hear but you still complain. Do you think I was ran away with the money you pay in Zambia? how much money I have for ran my business?. How many cars I have? Do you lizen to this stupide street boys and flycatch at near to my ofice the many of them sleep in the steet. If the was some big broblems you can send me e-mail and explen to me and if you was need some money I can send by money grum just it take only 5mn to get the money. Becouse of some people like you don"nt prisiet what some one done to you that why we have strong law for that some thing like that. If any one spool your name for just think hes claver we open the case hear in our countrt and I can ask any amount I like and I will get from some one spool my name of my company. We can cheek to the computer we can find the write name home adrees and c.t.c. To do what we want re our law of our country. I business is good I have enough people I can"nt be pure becouse Roger he didn"nt climb with me he west my time I was in Zanzibar. So for that point I close this mater but I worring you one this. If you spool my business Name and you have get the money from my staff. I will take action for you. And you will see how clever we are. Most of people from Europ the think africa people are verry stupide the can trit like the want. Thanks Kennedy Mathemu | | Sunday, July 23rd, 2006 | | 2:16 pm |
Not my forte
I was going to attach some pictures of the white water rafting down the glorious Zambezi River in the heart of the gorge sculpted by the magnificent Victoria Falls (not as if the adjectives I`m using suggest that I miss Africa) but it looks as though you need to pay $$$ for that feature. Janice`s party was good Friday, there were loads of people there I`d never met who know almost everyone I know over there. A testament to how tiny F`ton is. I got back to Moncton yesterday. If there`s one thing I completely suck shit at doing, it`s putting up with generic questions and giving people the 15 second answers they seek when I`ve actually got 45 minutes worth of thoughts flowing through my skull. So even though it`s not a regular habit of mine. I made it a distinct point of avoiding just about everyone I recognized while I was downtown because I knew what they were going to ask. It really makes me wonder why I even went to the bars at all. Nobody would have won, I would have felt like a tool for giving a short stupid answer, OR I would have given them a long one that they didn`t really want to hear because they were just asking me how the trip was because it`s a stupid social reflex to do so. -How was Africa? -Did you enjoy your trip? -Did you have fun? I did not have the courage for that foolishness last night. I went to my cottage and got completely ambushed by aunts, uncles, friends and cousins. I only got presents this time for my cousins who are at least a decade younger than me. They happened to be the only ones I could sit down and talk to properly. I`m not even blowing this out of proportion, there were like 17 friends and family asking me drunken questions and they were constantly interruping each other while someone was not only in the middle of a sentence but basically in the middle of a word. I never even got a chance to put forth an answer for 84% of the questions I was asked. I was carnage, I loves em anyway though. | | Thursday, July 20th, 2006 | | 3:43 pm |
Such rubbish
So I said the other day that I'd start writing trivial stuff now that I'm out of Africa, I wasn't joking. I didn't really miss North America all that much while I was gone, I just missed everyone I know here. I had an intensely unproductive day yesterday watching stupid stupid stupid television shows. Here are my thoughts on a few of them. The Mighty Ducks movie two : No wonder the real life Anaheim Ducks are so anxious to sever all ties with Disney, this was the dumbest movie ever. Since when the hell is Iceland an international ice hockey powerhouse? I'm not an NHL caliber player, but even I know that a knuckle puck would not be successful in a big game. Or even in an exhibition pond hockey game for that matter. Care Bears : What the hell would an taxonomist classify Beastley under? The Steve Harvey Show : He writes "jazz" and "hip hop" on the blackboard during the opening credits. I don't see jazz and hip hop, I just see middle aged men making incredibly lame jokes for half an hour. Saved by the Bell : I know it's from the 80's/early 90's. But couldn't Zach Morris find himself a cell phone that's smaller than a hiking boot. Beverly Hills 90210 : Funny how the high school I went to didn't have people who looked like they were 28 years old. Watching these shows makes me wish I were still on Kilimanjaro puking my face off. | | Wednesday, July 19th, 2006 | | 1:52 pm |
It really really wasn't supposed to be this way.
The capitol was fantastic last night. After Drew and I watched the Blue Jays bungle a game they had no business losing (sure fire sign that I'm back in the Canadian groove) we ventured downtown, I was really glad that he convinced me to stay. Bumped into a large amount of people from Moncton, most of which don't really live in Fredericton. I'd gotten an e-mail from Janice earlier in the day telling everyone about her party on Friday, that was out of the question, so I thought. Then my friend Monkey (that's his nickname for some odd reason) tells me that if I stay in F'ton until Saturday morning then he'll feed me a few meals per day. I called him this morning to see if he truly intended on backing up that drunken boast, which indeed, he did. So I guess I'm going to Janice's party Friday, dragging two dodgy characters such as Pat and Monkey, who I suppose, are harmless in the big picture. Called Madre this morning to break the news that I wasn't coming home tonight, she told me that my aunts and a bunch of other people were going to greet me at the bus station. Not that she was trying to throw me on a guilt trip or anything. So she says. Out of Africa, back to writing trivial things to fill the hours. Thinking back, I wish I had this blog thing when I was in South America, that would have been fun. | | Tuesday, July 18th, 2006 | | 12:18 pm |
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
So here are three words I never thought I'd use in succession. But yesterday : Montreal completely sucked. Nothing to hold against the city I guess, it's still one of my favorites. I was supposed to get there at 6:00 a.m. and gumboot it to the Maritimes (yes, some people still say gumboot). I missed the bus by eight minutes and the next one left in 16 hours. Typical example of how the rest of Canada does not make NB/NS/PEI/NFLD a huge priority. So I had to spend the entire day in that wicked hot city, much hotter than Africa for Christ's sake. A city I know well enough to not have been heartbroken had I missed the chance to walk around. I went to visit a few contacts, none of whom still worked or lived where they used to. I had to rely on randomly bumping into some guy I met there three Summers ago, we went for a beer, that killed a tiny bit of time. Aside from that, I just had no business there, no money, a huge backpack, my aching 24 year old bones so exhausted after my trip, not the right elements for a good time in Red Hot Montreal. Talked to Drew yesterday, I sincerely thought I'd be skipping F'ton due to lack of funds but here I am. In the back of my mind, I figured he might try and convince me to stay, I'm really not sure. Off to the capital tonight, my only night here probably, where I'll no doubt be greeted by loads of people who were oblivious to the fact that I've been away for four months. The days of the week have worked out well, Tuesday at the Kap is like the last night of the week and bar I can stand here. One last thing, Africa is just a tiny bit too fresh in my mind. I allow myself one lame and cheesy line per entry (some might argue that I get away with dozens) so here's something out of context that I forgot to mention earlier. In early June, in the Serengeti, there was a thunder/lightning storm and a few of us got up on the massive truck we were riding to look off into the distance. Completely random parts of the sky overlooking the African plains would light up incredibly quickly one after another, like God was playing the piano.....allegro. |
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