August 2, 2002
Well as of July 30, 2002, we are now a two car family again. The poor old wagon got taken away to sit at a garage with a for sale sign on it. ;-( I now have no wagon to learn to drive on. Instead it is now the Corsica that I will be sharing with my Dad. I drove it on Wednesday to the hairdresser's. Not far, but I still drove it. Went swimming yesterday with the boyfriend. It was nice. Now today I have to deal with the sticky, humid weather while at work. I only start at 5 PM so it might be alot nicer by then - hopefully. On the downside, I get to miss the Alouettes vs the Eskimos playing at home tonigh ;-( Maybe if I'm lucky I can listen on the radio, it depends on which store I'll be working at. (If I work at all - I could get cancelled) I registared for the orientation at Concordia's Loyola Campus on the 27th of August. It's funny how the beginning of school is approaching so quickly now. As is the Road Trip approaching fast. I almost want it to be this weekend. I want to get all my things ready way in advance. But I'm restraining myself. I'll do it all next week ... by Wednesday if I can wait that long.
August 15, 2002
Well I've been back from vacation about 3 days now and I've finally got the time to write all about the fun we had in Kingston. It started off with the car ride, the dinner at Angelo's (with the "Ontario poutine" .... ugh), then the arrival to our hotel. What a beautiful place that was. Just what we needed - in the heart of all the action. A beautiful room located walking distance to all the attractions. Dinner was at Lone Star - Margaritaville of the city. It was there that we christened our first day "30 cows and a server named Zorro". Not to forget the concern of that server named Zorro - "Is she that bad? She'll have a sip, no we'll split one ... ahh I'll bring her water." Then later ... as we sipped our drinks while waiting for our food - "Hi it's Zorro, your server ... are you okay?" ... as long as there was food and no more alcohol all would be good ;-) Following dinner was the evening show at Yuk Yuk's the local comedy club. To many jokes to rehash ... many "had to be there" moments. But the unforgettables were definately the Blind Guy jokes, the poor male rabbit, the heckler being heckled, the American jokes, and definately the great price for the Smirnoff Ice - $5.25 - can't get anything close to that here at home. The next day began with a disappointing breakfast ... runny eggs, dry bread, and hard bacon ... followed by window shopping at all the little boutiques that were along Princess street. Then was the Farmer's Market/Flea Market which I blew $30 on trinkets and nic-nacs. "I think you cleared them out of eggs..." Thanks ... but I didn't ... I left the 3 wooden ones ... "Now don't hold all your eggs in one basket!!" After that we went to Smith Falls - a cute little town an hour away from Kingston that houses the Hershey Chocolate Factory ;-) Fifteen dollars later I came out with some gifts for the family and myself. Another certain 87-pound somebody rounded her weight up to 100 lbs by walking out with 3 pounds of Reeses pieces. From there we were enlightened by the "Portamalli Lock" .... don't ask. That night's dinner was at Stoney's in Kingston and what fun that was .... Between the cute waiter Jeff and all his stories, the weird guy in the woman's bathroom, the many giggles and stories, and the strange french drunk bunch behind us ... dinner was eventful. It was during this dinner we christened day two as "Chronicles of the Pissed off Squirrel". Back at the hotel we got ready for the night at "The Brass" - Kingston's local Sunday night hangout with music supplied by a guitar singer named Smitty. We drank, we sang along, we got extremely drunk ... and got hit on by creepy guys ... but it was all fun. The weird curly haired guy who we stole the chair they were using as a foot stool made their way around to us eventually. But first it was the really drunk blonde guy who kept up with us hooting and hollering with the music, only to say to us as he's leaving "Salute, bonsoir" .... go figure. We're about 3 hrs from home and we get a french guy talking to us .... oh well. The curly haired guy with the missing teeth and the bad breath made it to our table when the little one was escorted to the bathroom. His opening line was "so you seem like a really G n' R fan" ... - first off the reason I'm singing along to Sweet Child of Mine is because I've heard the Sheryl Crow version ... and secondly have you not noticed my friends and I singing along to ALL the songs tonight so far? The best part of this stupid little hit on was the "so where are you from?" "Montreal, we're on vacation" ... then the whole stoner answer of being in montreal for a whole week and "WHOA .... Montreal .... WHOA...." ... not two minutes later .... "So do you live here?" No, DUMBASS we're from Montreal ... weren't you listening? But he finally left the table and when he found his seat taken when he returned, I kindly handed him his drink and gave the message he was not wanted. When I left the bar his curly haired friend raised his eyebrows and shrugged to indicate "You're leaving?" to which I waved and smiled and left the bar - "Let's go girls before they follow!!" Walking home was interesting ... the two who consummed the most ( 2 margaritas and 7 Smirnoff Ice, and 1 Daquire and 5 Smirnoff Ice) had a crooked walk back to the hotel. Then some fun, interesting conversations happening in the hotel. The highlights of The Brass : "You got to spill yours, why can't I spill mine? You got to wipe up yours, why can't I?" "Are you four?" "Am I for?" "Are you FOUR?" "Am I for what?" "Are you FOUR YEARS OLD?" "Oh .... no....." "When I'm drunk, apparently I'm loud, bold and horny" "Honey, you're sleeping on the floor!!" "You can't exactly pick up and bring him home" "Or if you do are you willing to share?" "Have you drunk enough to share?" "Wasn't I willing before?" "I don't know if I want to jump you or beat you senseless ... don't do this to me!" "We're both drunk and sleeping in the same bed .... he'll be SO jealous" Our final day was packing up, and driving home mostly. No interesting stops or too much conversation - mostly rehashing the prior two days .... all the funny stories and things that were done. "There's a big difference between BEER BREATH and BAD BREATH - he had BAD BREATH", the pissed off squirrel turning into just a PISSED Squirrel ... that was amusing ... and only after a Molson Dry and half of a Smirnoff Ice, the neat bartender who knoew my drink the 3rd time I went up there ... cool.... Once we arrived home we got to tell all the family of our adventures ... it will be a trip to remember. Hopefully the pictures turn out good. For more info on the Kingston trip ... I'd suggest visiting the official recorder of the trip at her webpage : Kingston 2002
August 19, 2002
I come back from Kingston, all nostalgic for some Lighthouse Wire catching up, only to find it no longer in service. I toured the Queens campus with thoughts of its creator in mind and wishing to know where he was only to find out I'll never again have a vague idea of what is brewing in his mind. As strange as it sounds, I feel a sense of lose since the revelation of the end of the Lighthouse Wire. I'll never again be able to vaguely follow the lives of the fellows I never had the chance to, but would've liked to, become close friends with. I think I'll miss that mostly ... as well as the great literature that I was able to enlighten myself with each month. It's really too bad.
August 22, 2002
I haven't been on ICQ for the longest time. I'm just reviewing my list and my personal details ... makes me remember the kind of person I was back then. "Now it's not really called cheating if you are merely refreshing your memory of it is it? Now that's something to think of. Some things I've been told by a certain somebody I never thought I'd learn anything really personally valuble from: hiding ones emotions is like hiding in the shadows the gutsier thing to do is let people see how u feel hiding ur emotions away is the cowards way out" I think I'm glad to be out of that stage in my life. Things seems alot calmer and happier right now. I like where I am.