So I awoke this morning at the Oak st house, some of the boys were still around, and Mike, who's bed I crashed in had returned home. He was a traveller himself, and more than cool with the idea of a stranger crashed out in his room. Not too many people would be, but he was extremely cool. After the usual PB toast for breaky, I jumped on the Internet for a bit, and then we went to the campus pool. I cannot describe how good the hot tub felt, especially for my feet and shoulders. We chilled there for the better part of an hour, and headed back. Mike had cooked us fish and rice, and the fish was so good. When I say so good, I mean so good it left my saliva glands wet like a virgin. Inappropriate? Sorry, but it was.
At the concert I ran into a good friend I treeplanted with, Anna, and when she found out what I was up to, offered her place for me. So after dinner with the crew who had done so much for me I decided it was time to depart, as not only did I not want to overstay my welcome, they had already done enough for me, and I wouldn't feel right staying another night. Mike kindly drove me to the downtown part of Guelph, and I met up with Anna. It was soo good to see someone who endured the pain of skin munching blackflies, and hellish conditions treeplanting. We made this awesome rice/vegetable dish that was super tasty. Her mom came by to drop some things off, and she was hilarious! Annas mom is a very Polish woman, and her way of saying things and looks on life were soo funny and great to see. They couch surfed Europe together! and has some great stories to go with it. We laughed alot over a cup of warm tea, and it was really relaxing.
I know the Superbowl was tonight, and everyone and their mothers were at a bar watching it, but lets be cereal here, American football is gayer than Liberace and Elton John sixty-nining on a rubber sheet. Seriously, football is lamer than the 3rd annual Magic the Gathering tournament in Kevin's Moms basement. Its worse than....get my drift? The only thing worse than football is the UFC. I would rather watch 9 hours of Dr Phil than a Superbowl, so no I don't have some crazy story of getting drunk at a pub watching the game. Who was even playing? The Detroit Red Wings vs the New York Yankees? Might as well have.
Anyways, Anna and I chilled, reminisced of the planting days and talked about life. It was much needed, and now as I lay in bed, I'm wondering whats coming tmrw....I'm going to get out early, and try to get to Niagara at a reasonable hour. We'll see what happens....
Me and Anna Montana!!!
