Hard to see, but it’s the Fastest Lawn Alive.
united steaks of america
there has never been a more appropriate day to reblog this
We should cook it with fireworks.
Here I am, hunched over my tablet in the kitchenette of a small room in OOB, ME. Slightly embarrassed at how mentally rusty my writing tools are, I’m having trouble collecting my thoughts. For which I apologize; it is still quite early in the morning. But unlike yesterday, I couldn’t just roll back over to sleep. I always wake up when my eyes open to find I’m alone. I love my baby for being so determined and getting up for training, but it makes for a cold bed.
It’s the morning of the 4th of July. My first Independence Day in America. I’m pretty psyched, since Canada Day kinda sucked this year for multiple reasons. Don’t get me wrong, I very much am proud of what Canadian heritage I have, just this year sucked. Between a terrible fireworks shows and doing nothing all day while waiting for someone to call who never did… ok, maybe I should begin someplace else.
Two months ago yesterday was my birthday. My Morning Star threw me a wonderful surprise birthday party. I really had no idea. She pulled out all the stops, invited all my friends, held it at a karaoke bar, and had cupcakes with The Flash on them. And… this was the last day I saw a good number of my friends. Including a couple that had been friends with me my whole life.
You see, I can no longer claim myself to be a Montreal resident. My Morning Star is now a Queen, seeking her masters in education in the King’s Town. All my friends knew of this impending move, and yet there were so many I did not hear from. Those that I did and saw just once or twice since my birthday knew specifically when my “last free day in Montreal” would be, and despite promises to me and requests from my Morning Star, I was left hurt and upset that they didn’t care enough to even call to say goodbye/that they wouldn’t make it.
I will be back in Montreal this weekend. My girl is training for Tough Mudder, and I will be running alongside with my camera and supplies for her team, but this also grants an extra day or two post obstacle-course. I know who I will call myself to hang out that day. I will answer any call that comes in, and I suppose this is the closest thing to a request for said call.
If you know me, if you are or were part of my life, then you likely know my number. If you want to chill, or just talk, then call me. I’ll be in the city to collect a paycheque, then either there or in the west island with one newer (yet easily potential best man material) friend who went far out of his way just to chill with me for an hour post fireworks. I intend on getting a beer with him. I’m not opposed to more joining if he isn’t.
Anyway, fireworks tonight should be really awesome. My only plans today are to drink white and try some Curious Traveler Shandy, maybe put a dollar towards winning an iPad, and reading in the sun. There will be photographs later taken with my Canon of a camera, and I’ll be sure to post them here if I get around to it.
Apologizing for past radio silence, I am signing out now. Yours always,
Thom with an H.
Like back in the episode with the Dream Lord,
There’s only one person in the universe who hates me that much.