2006-06-19

Do the whirlwind

On the whole of it, after all the various litres of alcohol, after the sickening amount of matter consumed - bringing a beer to bed with me was probably not the best idea. It was, précis, over the line, in Lebowski speak. It was propane tankesque, to recall an interesting experience from another time. Waking up, a matter of discontent - a shocking, debilitating intersection with reality. Like a car wreck. This on top of the everything, the double night shift at the beginning of the week, the whirlwind packing, the turbulent journey from Vancouver, over the mountains and across the plains, the driving, the driving, the driving and the rolling into Saskamotoon, walking into a stunning pinball machine of affectionate embraces and after discovering the awkward ability to meet all the wedding guests and forget all their names every time. Well, that is an exaggeration, but that is true.

And now we are in Regina, and now we are drinking at O'Hanlon's, and now I am meeting old friends, and now I am laughing and forgetting.

The music on the weather channel reminds me of home.

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