Knowing tonight was my last night in Canada, as well as a familiar face, let alone a very close high school friend, we decided to just chill out, and we went for another round of street soccer, made a tuna casserole feast, and enjoyed some of Canada's fine herbiculture and watched the Big Lebowski. It was exactly what I wanted/needed, as I knew the next day(today) was going to be back on the road, out of the 'homish' feeling. Not only that, I would be in the States for the first time, and everything I knew about hitchhiking is thrown out the window, its a new playing field.
Lahey's room, repping the old school; remember those days? Oh and I lost my toque a few days ago-it was a big bummer, until Lahey threw my old Man United hat at me, I had left it with him years ago apparently. Best hat ever!We went out to play some more footy in the snow, again a last chance window into the thousands of hours we spent together in high school kicking the ball against any surface we could.
It was pretty cold, but once we got moving, the blood flowing, and the tricks came out.
Its how I keep the apple bottom the size of pizza pockets, its all in the form, son.
Imagine that didn't go in.
The universal language.So yesterday while I was doing the dishes, a cute girl sneaks behind me to grab my apple bottom behind, as she thought I was Andrew. Not only is this how people should greet each other(kidding!) it made for a very funny situation. Then when he told her what I'm doing, she said she didn't have class on Wednesday, and would drive me across the border, we could pretend we were a couple going for a day of shopping. PER-EFFING-FECT. This would solve all of my worries crossing the border; we would throw my packs in the trunk, and they wouldn't have a reason to open it, as we were just 2 kids shopping for the afternoon; they see that 1000x every day. So now that I have a ride, I got to sleep in this morning, and after cashing my Tim Hortons card-as its not everywhere in the states, I got some breaky, and ready to go.
Were gonna go across shortly, and to be honest, I'm somewhat nervous. If for any reason they pop the trunk, I'm pretty f*cked. I have papers and IDs saying I'm a writer/photographer and with the gear, and cameras, they're going to want to know what the hay is going on. Fingers crossed. We have a pretty good plan. I'm ready to go, and I'm counting down my last moments in Canada for a very long time. It'll be interesting to see how the Americans differ from the Canadians, or if they even do at all. We'll see.
And I'm going to shave it clean today, I'm pretty bummed about getting rid of the moustache, it really defines me as a 70's news anchor, or porn actor, if I had aviators....
Everyday is moustache March....
