I had a dream this morning that Geoff and I took Mae to Montreal for some bagels. The backstory:
In about 1995 when I lived with Tanis, we decided, on a whim, with Renee and Bethanne, and this crazy guy we lived with called Relic (enough said, that part went really bad...) to go to Montreal for a night to get some bagels. My mom, conveniently, was in Newfoundland, and had left her car with me. We were going to set off in the morning but were so excited we left at about 2 in the morning, passing moose in very dense fog in New Brunswick and getting in mid-morning the next day. It's about 1200 kms each way. I can't remember where we stayed or really much of what happened, all I remember was getting bagels, then waiting for Renee, who was out doing an all-nighter with her friend Brian. Did we go to old Montreal? Did we sleep in the car? Someone enlighten me!!
Mom didn't notice the 2600 kms I put on the car, just that I scratched it slightly when pulling a 12 pack of beer off the boot.
I am thinking that this dream was symbolic though, as running away from responsibility, as Geoff and I may put an offer in this week for a house. Maybe we should just go to Montreal and get some bagels instead........
4 comments:
I like the look of that place. But we'll have to replace those carpets!!!
Uncle Andrew
Heated towel rack in the master ensuite!! I would choose house and bagels...you can be a spontaneous sort of home-owner!
Dana
Heated towel rail just means they plugged it into the wall- it needs ALOT of work!!
We stayed at Brian's, we ate souvlaki in a little corner diner, I don't think we went to Old Montreal. On the way back we got lost, ended up in a tiny Quebec town where nobody had even heard that there existed a language called English. And Relic played my ukelele while Renee entertained us all, being extrememly happy... thanks to her strawberry pills.
Good times... good times!
And my word verification for today is "proutty" ... prout is french for fart;.. tell Mae!
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