Adam already has the best story of the year. I happened to be carrying when we were stopped for a traffic check on the way up (which made me nervous enough), but it wasn’t anywhere close to what Adam had on him. I didn’t need a flaming shot to calm myself though.
Isn’t it funny that Matt talks about burning his lashes minutes before Adam singes his own.
There were three main crews vacationing at the farm that weekend. The Ottawa crew consisted of Trolley, Aaron, and I. In the Toronto crew was Adam, Efrem, Lyda, and Jim. The main group, the ones originally from Bancroft, were Tyler with Meryl, Eric, Sarah, Matt, and Kate, although Trolley and Adam would also be considered members, and brought their respective crews. Of course, even Trolley’s cousins showed up, as they always do, since they’re only a short snowmobile ride away.
It took a few hours for everyone to arrive, since people were up to five hours away, so time was spent The Streets listening, card playing, and alcohol inducing while waiting. When Eric walked in and said, “WOAH”, Aaron and I completely stopped what we were doing and looked at each other. It was obvious that Eric was loaded already, because he’s rarely so boisterous.
And Sarah’s brown cow filled the snifter when she started.
A few months ago, Trolley, Aaron, and I headed over to the farm for some partying, snowboarding, and general relaxation. It was only a weekend, but it was one of the best weekends in years.
During the ride over, we stopped off at a grocery store to load up on munchables. Every time I see the video, I remember how excited I was, just from hearing my voice. A weekend away with two friends and no worries. Of course, I’m so excited that my voice cracks, and it sounds like I’m going through puberty again.
Being on the farm is like being in a world of its own. 350 acres of land, including little forests, a hunting shed, snowmobile paths, cows, and limited light pollution. Just imagine the privacy, with the nearest neighbour not even at earshot. At night it’s a debilitating darkness, and the milky way comes out enough for one to make out the distance of specific stars.
So this is where I live now: an attached condominium townhouse. My unit is second from the right, and goes underground. The white windows facing out on the main floor are part of the breakfast nook. There are still boxes everywhere though, and it’ll take at least half a month to get everything cleared out.
It feels good to wake up in my own house, and as such, I now have to fulfill all the promises I made to myself on the satisfaction of such a condition.
I love the feel of a new book. Before the corners are dented, when the cover is still slippery smooth.
Guy Gavriel Kay — The Last Light Of The Sun
I was a huge fan of Tigana (although not so much Fionavar Tapestry, even if it was partly based in the city I grew up in). I don’t even like fantasy books, and Tigana is on the list of my top five books of all time.
Carol Shields — The Republic Of Love
As I said in a previous post, I was in the mood for something modern although I couldn’t bring myself to admit that I was also in the mood for something romantic. I found out about this book when I noticed Karen reading it during last years May 2–4 camping trip.
Mordecai Richler — The Apprenticeship Of Duddy Kravitz
Ever since I read The World According To Garp, a book full of lust, humour, passion, and life, discovered from the “Recommended Reading” list that my high school published every year, I had a deep repsect for the books I was exposed to in class. However, two English classes meant two different curriculums. When I was studying The Great Gatsby, the other class was studying To Kill A Mockingbird. When they were doing A Prayer For Owen Meany, I was doing Pride And Prejudice. The Apprentiship of Duddy Kravitz is to make of up for the time I spent studying The Catcher In The Rye.
It was only a few days after I bought these three books that I realized every single one of these authors is Canadian. Why does this country rule so fucking much.