Day 12
Greetings and salutations to
everyone reading this, as well as a Happy belated Canada Day. We’re
here in Halifax now and I suppose that means that we’re close
to the end of our trip. Sorry that I haven’t been able to write
anything since Quebec, but I’ve been trying to talk as much
as I can to everyone before we’re all sent back to our homes
across the country. New Brunswick was incredibly beautiful, and
oh yes, for our challenge at King’s Landing where we did an
event reminiscent to a caber-toss for the prize of a DVD player,
I just want all of the little guys out there to know that even though
you might not be the biggest or the strongest guy out there, you
can still beat the jocks if you use your brain. With that said,
I can now reveal that I won the challenge and walked away with the
DVD player, much to the dismay of Matt and Kyle who thought that
they had the event cased. The historic site was pretty cool, there
was a little bit of conflict between Monika and Robert though, and
I was brought pretty deeply into the conflict as well because for
the vote-off, there were going to be 4 votes for Monika and 4 votes
for Robert, leaving me with the deciding vote. Rob was putting the
pressure on me to vote Monika off, and I could tell that Monika
was getting a bit worried that I was possibly not going to vote
Rob off. After spatting about the whole thing for the better part
of the day, I decided to not vote for either of them…and thus
create a tie. When the vote actually came about however, it turned
out that someone didn’t like Monika as much as she thought
they did, and a tie did not develop…instead Monika was voted
off by someone who was previously going to vote for Rob. Monika
left shortly thereafter, and I must say, I’m really sorry to
see her go. She’s an awesome person, she played the game well,
and I wish her all the best in the future. As for Rob, I hope he
will remember that I didn’t vote for him, and I also hope that
he learns how to be a bit more diplomatic in his future endeavors,
because if he would have annoyed me even a little bit more than
he did, I would have ensured that he was the one leaving that day.
That night, we enjoyed a huge
lobster-feast on the beach, to celebrate Canada Day, and I can’t
think of any better way that we could have enjoyed Canada’s
birthday than by sitting with some awesome people, great food, and
wonderful surroundings on the beach under the stars. We stayed up
incredibly late last night playing countless rounds of "truth
or dare." Numerous interesting truths were told by many people,
and there were also many equally interesting dares performed by
certain individuals as well.
After sleeping for a whole hour
or so, we were back on the bus in the morning on our way to Nova
Scotia, where we would be parting ways. Even though I had only slept
for an hour the night before, I ended up not sleeping on the bus
at all on the way to Halifax because I wanted to talk to people
as much as I could before we left, well, to some people more than
others. After driving for the better part of the afternoon, we arrived
here in Halifax, where we did a quick stop at a Bootlegger store
to unpack a bunch of equipment, and then hurriedly drove to the
airport to get all of the Ontario people and the Newfie on their
flights. All of the BC and Alberta people, as well as myself, will
be staying in a hotel here in Halifax this evening before leaving
tomorrow morning, as there were no flights anymore tonight to the
far West. I’m sure that there will be some interesting stories
told and secrets revealed amongst those of us from Western Canada
tonight, I hope so anyway.
This trip has definitely been
a huge eye-opener for me, in a few different ways. Since I’ve
never been all the way to the Maritimes, it was quite interesting
to see the rest of the country and how it compares to the parts
which I have seen. It was also interesting to see how a prize of
even $5000, not even close to a million dollars like on some reality
shows, can change people and make them behave in ways that they
normally wouldn’t even think of behaving in. Another thing
that I was intrigued by was how 12 people, from all different parts
of the country, with completely different personalities and perceptions
of our country, can be crammed into a bus for 12 days and sent all
the way across the country, and still manage to not kill or seriously
injure each other, although there were some close calls on that.
I’m also rather interested by the fact that throughout the
whole trip, I did not receive a single vote against me at any time,
during any of the vote-offs. Whether no one saw me as a serious
threat, or that they wanted me around to keep things interesting,
or that everyone simply liked me, it is very nice to know that I
managed to go through the entire game without ever getting voted
against. Now, I suppose that I should go and say goodbye to everyone
leaving on flights this afternoon, so I guess I’m going to
have to end this final journal entry. To all of our sponsors, I’d
like to thank you from the bottom of my heart for putting this trip
together, it’s been a crazy ride. To the rest of the cast,
thanks for being a great group of people and for making the trip
the most interesting one I’ve ever been on, and will probably
ever be on. To the crew, thanks for your hard work, your late nights,
and your efforts not to get mad at all of us. To all of you visiting
the website, thanks for voting, thanks for checking out the videos
and pictures, and thanks for coming out to see us. With that said,
I suppose I should wrap this up. Its been a great 12 days, and its
been a blast traveling across Canada, and remember…if you ever
get a call from someone who asks if you’d like to spend 12
days on a bus with 12 people traveling across the best country in
the world...you should probably say yes. Cheers Canada from Halifax!!!
Day 11
Alright, we’re on the bus
heading to New Brunswick right now, its very late (3:00AM), and
I really don’t think I can keep my head up long enough to regale
a story of the appropriate length to describe how much I loved Quebec
City. Let me just say that "I LOVE QUEBEC CITY." We got
to QC in the morning, had a great breakfast and then went out to
where our obstacle course was supposed to take place, but that race
was soon cancelled due to a thunderstorm. I was actually hoping
that we could do the obstacle course on the metal wires with all
of the lightening around us, it would have added an extra element
of risk to the game…but apparently there were liability issues
with doing that kind of thing. After that was cancelled, we went
back into the city and got to wander around downtown for the whole
evening until about 2 o’clock in the morning. I must say it
again for the record, "I LOVE QUEBEC CITY." The architecture
downtown, the people downtown, the food downtown, and the language
that I can’t really understand being spoken downtown were all
incredible. QC is definitely the best place on the trip thus far,
and it’s the place that I would like to go back to the most.
Sitting by towering Chateau Frontenac hotel right by the city wall
looking over the harbor is amazing. Sitting in an outdoor bistro
with all da boys (Matty, Kyle, Rob) watching the illusion of Europe
passing us by was amazing. All of the beautiful people walking the
streets of the city after nightfall was like walking in a storybook
tale where everyone looks perfect at all times. Listening to violin
players in the huge square in front of l’Chateau was breathtaking.
Bobby quitting the game right before we went out on the town was
rather…interesting. Hearing everyone’s comments on Bobby
quitting the game were equally interesting. All in all, I loved
Quebec, and I would love to go there again as soon as possible.
Now, since I’m about to fall asleep, I think that I should
probably lift my head off of the keyboard and go to sleep. Have
a great night everyone, sorry I couldn’t write more tonight,
keep on visiting the website, and remember…if you find yourself
sitting in a scene out of a fairytale with a beautiful princess
beside you and a violin playing in the distance, don’t move,
don’t question anything..just let the story continue. Cheers
and bon nuit from Quebec.
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Day 10
Hey hey hey. We’re on the bus again
heading to Quebec City now and I’m taking this opportunity
to tap away on the computer once again. Last night was crazy, let
me tell ya. After getting to Toronto, we went to the hostel (which
is about 3 blocks away from the CN Tower, very cool view), and after
eating quickly, we went out for a little night on the town. We walked
around downtown for quite a while, just checking things out, and
after saying some stuff at Speaker’s Corner at the Much Music
building, we decided that it was time to go and hit some clubs.
As we were trying to get ourselves into a few different locales
however, Matty realized that he didn’t have his ID with him,
and that he was also wearing just jeans, which is a big no-no when
it comes to getting into any good place in downtown T.O. Robert
reassured us however, that with his "connections," he
would be able to get us into any club that we wanted, even without
Matt’s ID. After talking to the bouncers at about 6 different
places however, we decided that just because Rob is from the Toronto
area, he doesn’t necessarily have the right "connections"
to get us into places. After sending Matty back to the hostel to
find his ID, as well as put on a little more "bling-bling",
we managed to get into a really nice club (with a kind of funny
name) where we remained for quite a while. We did some quality dancing,
saw some beautiful Torontonians, and had a really good night. We
made it back to the hostel just before our "curfew" (we
got kicked off the bus if we weren’t’ there at a certain
time), and stayed up talking for quite a while. Everyone was kind
of drained from dancing, except Sheenah who had gone off alone with
her cousin to check out the city that night, so basically our "conversation"
consisted of us sitting in some comfy chairs and staring at each
other. Staring though, was just fine with me.
The next day, after having some pretty damn
good food at the Crepe Café downtown, we were off to do some
go-cart racing in some far-off corner of the city. The racing was
great, the collisions were spectacular, my last-minute loss was
crushing, and the bruises and whiplash that we all received were
horrific. The people running the race said that they’ve never
seen such a bloodthirsty group of racers in all the years that they’ve
operated the track. I was the only one to actually wreck a car though,
I broke the front axel right off when I ramped over someone else’s
tire straight into a cement wall. Yes, that collision with the wall
was probably the cause of my whiplash and the huge bruise on my
elbow. It wasn’t the injuries that made me angry about that
crash however, it was rather the fact that I was in 1st place when
it happened and there was only a half a lap to go. I could have
had the win in that first race, but since I had to physically drag
my smoldering wreck of a car across the finish line, I ended up
falling down to 6th, which is unfortunately less than 1st.
Probably the most hilarious moment of the
trip so far happened at the end of the first race, which I will
now tell you about. As we all pulled off the track at the checkered
flag, Bobby jumped out of his car and started yelling and screaming
"I’m first BA-BY, first, first, first!!!" As the
track guys read out the results however, Bobby’s name was not
first, it was dead last. Apparently he had gotten lapped by everyone
during the race, and just didn’t realize it. I’m sure
that must have been an embarrassing moment for Bobby "I’m
God" Kapoor, not made any less embarrassing by all of us quietly
chuckling inside of our helmets to ourselves. Kyle walked away with
the big win after the two races, and I congratulate him, because
he raced well and pulled the win out of a hat. Now that my polite
congratulations are over with however, its time for a rematch.
We went and saw "2 Fast, 2 Furious"
at the Paramount theatre in downtown T.O. tonight, and I must say,
nice cars, not-so-nice acting. It was nice to just sit and watch
a movie with everyone though, we had a great time and I thank them
for their company. When this trip is over and the cast reads all
of these entries, all of the women should know that they looked
great, you looked even more like sexy Torontonians than the sexy
Torontonians did. After the show ended though, we were back on the
bus and off driving to Quebec City, and while on the bus, no one
really cared about looking like a sexy Torontonian, they just cared
laying down and sleeping, which is how it should be. Speaking of
sleeping however, that last sentence brings us up until right now,
and I think that I’m going to jet. Thanks to everyone for reading
this, hopefully it was reasonably coherent, and I’ll write
something again soon. Have a great night, keep on voting high for
Curtis (please and thank-you), and remember…if you think someone
is referring to the sound that a ringing cell-phone makes when they
say "bling-bling"..its probably not a good idea for you
wander in downtown Toronto by yourself at night. Peace out and cheers!!!
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Day 7, 8, 9
Howdy to everyone out there again in the
web-world. It’s been a few days since my last journal entry,
so I thought that I should probably get you all a bit more up-to-date
about what has been going on since we left Winnipeg. After leaving
the Peg, we drove through the rest of Manitoba, and then threw part
of Ontario until we reached Nipigon. En route to Nipigon however,
there were a few interesting things that happened. In one small
town, I’m not sure which one, we ended up stopping at a Subway
to eat. As we were all ordering, someone made a comment about the
cookies at Subway, and then someone asked Monika if she liked the
cookies at Subway. She turned to the person and said, with a glazed
look in her eyes, "Eat Fresh." Apparently, upon hearing
the word "Subway" mentioned, the years of Subway advertising
with their jingle of "Subway…Eat Fresh" caused Monika
to give in to their brainwashing and for that brief instant, she
was under the control of the Subway company. If you’re wondering
why I find this so interesting, or if you’re wondering what
the heck I’m talking about, just imagine seeing someone repeat
a corporate jingle, with a blank and confused look in their eyes,
just upon hearing the name of the company. I think that it’s
interesting because it just shows how effective the jingles that
companies use to promote their product are at "brainwashing"
consumers into buying their stuff. Four companies that don’t
use such deceitful tactics however are Bootlegger, Greyhound, Jones
Soda, and Mac’s Convenience Stores (win-wink).
Anyway, later on that same day, we stopped in another small town
that didn’t have a name as far as I know, and Kyle and I saw
a sign on a bar beside where we had stopped saying that they there
was a Mr. Canada contest going on that night with a prize of $1000
for whoever ended up being Mr. Canada. As the two of us started
tearing off our clothes and running heedlessly towards the bar,
we once again felt the cold, dead hands of the producer on our necks,
pulling us back towards the bus. Apparently, we didn’t have
time to go and win this contest, or so we were told. In hindsight
however, I believe that I could have won the contest. Kyle would
have given me a run for my money in it, but I think that Kyle is
more of a Mr. Ontario, and I’m definitely more of a Mr. Canada.
I know that when this trip is all over, and he reads this, he’ll
tell me differently, but I think that in the meantime, all of you
reading this should know how the contest would have really ended
:)
Our challenge that night was staying in a
motel in Nipigon, where people were randomly picked out of their
rooms and driven out to the forest with bags on their heads, and
then "interrogated" by the camera people. I was totally
ready to go and do this thing, I waited in a chair a few feet back
from the door, with a flashlight in each hand, just waiting for
the camera people to come in so that I could blind them before they
knew what was happening. I even "adjusted" (well, "bent"
would probably be a better word) the lamp on the wall beside my
bed so that it pointed right at the door and I pulled the switch
for the light all the way over to my chair so that I could hit the
camera guys with all three lights at once. After sitting there for
three hours though, I realized that they weren’t going to actually
come for me…apparently they knew that I wouldn’t be scared
by the whole thing, so they didn’t bother. I was quite disappointed
actually, all of that work to get the trap for the camera guys ready
and all that staying awake (I ended up getting only 45 minutes of
sleep that night) for nothing. Apparently Jenny however, our fearless
Newfie, cracked under their interrogation (which I hear they have
some good footage of) and she fell to her knees begging for mercy.
Somehow, I can’t really see myself crying on my knees, so maybe
they were right not to take me outside for an interrogation. Oh
yeah, in my room, the showerhead on the shower was missing. I only
make mention of this because I was very disappointed with the pipe
jutting out of the wall, both because it didn’t have a whole
lot of pressure coming out of it, and because it was rather unsightly.
My theory about where the showerhead went is that some yokel from
Nipigon, instead of spending $30 on a showerhead at the local hardware
store, instead rented a room for $30 at this motel and swiped the
showerhead. Both a room and a showerhead for $30, not a bad deal
I’d say…cheap yokels.
We spent the next day driving through Ontario,
with only a brief stop in Muskoka beach where we were eaten alive
by black flies. When I say "eaten alive," I mean that
the black flies were coming back for seconds on the smorgasbord
of the cast. April’s neck was so chewed up that it looked like
she was wearing a big red scarf. After we all got back on the bus
following our beach photo-shoot, we all cried and whimpered like
a bunch of refugees and cursed the flies that had wrecked our day.
While on the beach, Kyle and Matty, knowing full well that the girls
had spent a lot of time on their hair that morning, carried Sheenah,
Monica, and Jen into the lake and dunked them. I’m mentioning
this because those three girls, after they had swore and beaten
Kyle and Matt afterwards, had vowed to get them back. I think that
Matty and Kyle might have some votes against them in the next vote-off,
the girls were THAT mad. Of course, I didn’t take part in the
dunking action, because I sure don’t want to be going home.
Thus far, I haven’t had a single vote against me during the
whole trip, hopefully my efforts to not piss anyone off will pay
off when it comes to determining the winner of the $5000. I know
for a fact that I’m not getting as much camera coverage as
Kyle, Bobby, and Monika (to name a few people), so I’m sure
that my lack of appearing in some videos is hurting my ratings on
the website. With that said, I once again make my plea of "PLEEEZE
GIVE CURTIS HIGH RATINGS" because I really don’t want
to see myself lose too badly to Kyle, since he appears to be more
of a jock than I am, and I hate it when the jocks win over the littler
guys. I think that a lot of people in the cast would rather see
Bobby "I’m God" Kapoor not win either, we’ll
see if those feelings are evident during the next vote-off. Moving
on…
Anyway, I think that I’ve written enough
for today now, actually I’m being told that I’ve wrote
enough for one day now, so I should probably get off the computer.
We should be getting into Toronto tonight, and hopefully we’ll
be able to have some fun in big T.O., check out some clubs and Speaker’s
Corner and stuff like that. To everyone out there reading this,
have a sweet-ass day, and remember…if you find yourself buying
a bottle of pineapple-flavored cough syrup just because the commercial
says it’s recommended by 35/36 doctors, you’re probably
watching a few too many commercials. Cheers!!!
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Day 03, 04 and 05
Hey there to everyone far and wide across
Canada and beyond. I guess I’m sitting at this laptop with
the purpose of writing another journal entry to keep those of you
visiting the website up to date. It’s now Wednesday, so I’ll
recap what has happened since I wrote my last journal entry en route
to Edmonton from Calgary. Upon arriving in Edmonton, we were whisked
away to the West Edmonton Mall to visit the Bootlegger store there,
and then we were escorted to the waterpark to take part in our bungee
jumping experience. All of us guys went first which required us
to weigh in before getting our harnesses and such ready for the
jump. Kyle weighed in to be the heaviest out of all of us, so the
nickname of "Fatty" became quickly imprinted upon him
for the rest of the day. Once we all got up to the top of the tower,
we jumped off one by one, like lemmings off of a cliff, and before
I knew it, I was the lemming that was getting his countdown to jump
to my doom. I heard 5-4-3-2-1 and then on 0 I closed my eyes and
hurled myself off of the bungee tower while pulling off two flips
in the process. I have no idea what possessed me to do two flips
when I heard my cue to jump, perhaps it was temporary insanity caused
by a lack of atmosphere at our high altitude jumping location, but
I hope that it looked good on the video anyway, which you all will
be seeing long before I will. Unfortunately, one of us didn’t
quite make the jump, which was Julie Anne, and she will be missed
very much by all of us, just like we miss Terry the bus driver,
and hopefully she’ll have a good time with what is left of
her summer. After the bungee jumping, we ate on the big pirate ship
at West Ed and after making everyone endure a rather large number
of my "drunken pirate" songs, we ate and took off on our
merry way to Playdium, where we got an hour of free play throughout
the whole arcade complex. Sheenah and I toured around together for
the most part, and after kicking my butt at the snowboarding and
skateboarding games, I managed to make a comeback at air hockey
and the racing simulations. We also found this whacked out "semi
driving simulation" game where we got to pretend that we were
hickish truck drivers transporting some kind of non-breakable cargo
across the eastern United States. Lets just say that she hogged
the steering wheel and the gas pedal, and I got stuck with just
having the "horn" button to push, which I definitely made
use of. After finally dragging our somewhat spoiled selves out of
the mall, we slept on the bus that night and arrived in Regina early
the next morning.
In Regina, after getting ready in a hotel
to go out and hit the city, we took a drive in our quick and speedy
bus-mobile down to the Southland Mall where we greeted the millions
of cheering fans (well, maybe not quite that many), and then we
got our checklists for the scavenger hunt that we were to go on
throughout the city. I was appointed the leader of our group, which
consisted of myself, Matt, Jen, and Annie, so I then had to start
acting more like a fearless leader instead of a....well....non-fearless
leader. After proving my leadership abilities by finding a map of
Regina at a tourist information booth, we were off and running.
We tried to hitchhike our way to some of the destinations that we
were supposed to go to, but even after bringing out our secret weapon
of Annie’s incredible good looks, we were still not able to
get ourselves picked up by any innocent passerbys. We were then
reduced to taking the bus and taxis, which still beat the heck out
of walking. We scoured the city for the whole day, searching out
pictures of many landmarks and tourist locations, which I’m
sure will be on the website very soon, and also did things like
immersing ourselves in the sewage pit called Wascana Lake (yes,
it really is THAT bad) and we even resorted to building some of
the items that we were supposed to find throughout the Queen city.
At the end of the day however, we came up about a mere 40 points
short of being the winning team, and thus lost immunity. Perhaps
if we hadn’t paid those cigar-smoking high school kids so much
money to drive us around for part of the day, or if we hadn’t
spent some of our money on massive red and white Canada hats, we
might have pulled off the big win. Oh well, the day was great, many
Reginatonians were met, many sights were seen and we wore our foot-high
Canada hats with pride, even though we didn’t get the big win.
Oh, and after hanging out with Jen all day with her in our group,
I came to realize that she really is just a little bit shy, and
not as stuck-up as I had originally thought. Realizing that was
definitely a good thing, because a talking Jen is definitely proving
to be a lot more enjoyable than a quiet Jen. Last night we spent
the night on the bus once again, and I managed to sleep almost 4
hours on the way to Winnipeg, which is more than I’ve had during
almost the whole rest of the trip. That brings us up to today.
After arriving in Winnipeg this morning,
we were whisked out to the Grand Beach Surf Club outside of the
the city, for a little R&R after a number of very hectic days.
We were actually supposed to be wakeboarding and waterskiing today,
but due to the torrent of rain outside, those plans were a little
bit canceled. Actually, if it rains any more yet tonight, I might
have to enlist the help of Monica, my roommate for the evening,
to build an ark that can weather this stormy weather. I’ve
never really tried to build an ark before, but hey, how tough can
it be? Basically, it was a lazy day spent playing pool here at the
resort, which is fine with me, since we haven’t actually sat
in a non-driving place for more than a few hours at a time for the
trip so far. We also had to vote for who to send packing off of
the bus tomorrow, and I voted to have Julie Beck leave, since she
doesn’t really seem to be fitting in with everyone on the bus,
and I just haven’t been able to carry a conversation with her
for more than 2.5 seconds at a time. I believe that many of the
other people on the bus are voting the same way, so unless anything
drastic happened in the voting today, I believe that we will no
longer have anyone named Julie on the bus after tomorrow morning.
I’m sure that after watching the video interviews for today,
some people will be wondering why nothing is happening between myself
and Sheenah. Actually, I’ve met a few people around here already
who have been asking me that very question, so I know some people
are thinking about it. Well, all I can say to that is...you’ll
know if and when something happens there...the producer will be
all over that kind of hot story like a fat kid on a pudding cup.
Anyway, I think that I’m about to get booted off of the computer
again, so I better wrap this up. Tonight we’re having a little
bit of karaoke action here at the resort, and you can all look forward
to seeing some quality footage of me singing, which I’ve actually
been doing for 8 years, so I don’t think I’m half bad
at it. Tomorrow morning, it will be back to Winnipeg to do some
touring around the city, and then it will be off to Ontario. That’s
about it for now, well actually, I’m being TOLD that this is
enough for now and I have to back slowing away from the computer
with my hands above my head. So yeah, everyone keep on visiting
the website, keep coming out to see us, have a great week, and remember...if
your car has flames shooting out from under the hood, there’s
probably something wrong with it. Cheers! -Curtis-
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Day 01
Hey hey hey to everyone who has been visiting
the website so far. So yeah, we’re on route right now to Lytton
from Vancouver, and I think that its a tad too early to be on a
bus, but c’est la vie. Anyway, after getting on the plane early
yesterday morning, I got to sit by a strange fellow who said "scooter"
every time we hit turbulence in the air, so that was a rather interesting
start to the day. He made it past airport security though, so I’m
sure that he wasn’t THAT wacked out. After a few stops on route
to Vancouver, I arrived in an airport filled with pretty much no
Road Trip members, until I met Sheenah there anyway. It was quite
the meeting there, I pretty much went up to her and said, "So...I
see you have a sleeping bag there..." , but after we managed
to figure out that we were both actually road trip members, so that
was the first person I met, with everyone else arriving soon after.
After our little shopping spree at the Robson
Bootlegger store, which I’m sure you all have seen enough video
of on the net, it was off to Van Harbour for the Harbour cruise.
The cruise was great, awesome food, good company, and a funky looking
guy playing the guitar, all with the Vancouver skyline in the background.
Very nice. The only scandalous thing that happened on the cruise
was that Monica forced me to eat cheesecake, and then more cheesecake,
and then MORE cheesecake. Even as I pleaded to stop having to eat
the cheesecake, she cracked the whip and made me share the very
last piece with her...definately a scandalous encounter there.
Anyway, after the cruise, we went to the
hostel downtown, and after checking in, raising a little hell in
the halls, and getting strange looks from passerby's, a bunch of
us went for a little stroll through the wonderful red light district
of Vancouver. After passing enough people with signs that read things
like"$$$ For Weed" and "Will Take Verbal Abuse For
Change," we managed to get a pretty good tour of the area around
the hostel, being lead by our fearless tour guide which was Sheenah.
Jenny was pretty excited about the possibility of being able to
give verbal abuse to that homeless guy for just a little bit of
change, but after a little bit of a deliberation, we decided that
it would be better to say NICE things to the guy for some change
instead, which totally threw the homeless guy off. Jenny is quite
the character, definitely gotta love the Newfoundlandish accent.
She’s working around the clock to try and teach me Newfanese
so that I can speak "properly" like people in Newfoundland
do, but I think that I’m a pretty stubborn student.
There was chaos and mayhem running rampant
in the hostel last night, almost too much mayhem to be shown on
a website that doesn’t involve the "Sultry Singles From
St. Louis." Bobby was getting pretty close and personal with
that red sleeping bag of his, I’m sure you’ll see some
of that hijinx on the website as well. If there isn’t any footage
of Bobby with the sleeping bag on the website, suffice it to say
that he loves it very much. We didn’t actually get to sleep
until probably close to three, since there was a parade of downtown’s
finest citizens (not quite the best dressed though) walking by under
our window until the wee hours of the morning, including a guy with
a big pink hat who was trying to sell us "items of great value."
I’m not sure what the items of great value actually were that
he was trying to sell us, but I’m sure they would have gotten
us in trouble if we had gotten stopped by the cops with them.
5:20am and it was time to get going, since
that’s when Annie came stampeding into our room with a full-out
assault with a pillow. I tried to be sneaky and open the door before
she did, but she beat me too it, and I received a pretty serious
beating with her pillow arsenal. Well, I’m apparently getting
the boot off the computer now, so everyone keep visiting the website,
have a sweet day, and talk to you all again soon! Cheers!
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