Well, I think I've been putting off this update for long enough now...
Halifax was fantastic. The conference, not so much. Fortunately I skipped the majority of it to accomplish such worthwhile causes as attempting to jog accross the entire city. It's funny because it was bright and sunny the whole time the conference was on, and I was supposed to be trapped indoors, and rainy as soon as I was free. Hmmm...wonder how I got this tan? A typical night started with a lobster dinner (10 consecutive days of eating fresh seafood probably had my stomach wondering what the hell was going on), moved along to beers in a pub, moved along to a bar (typically the Halifax Alehouse, my new home away from home), and finished off at pizza corner with a delicious slice of donair pizza (some question the viscous white fluid all over the pizza, I prefer not to, and to leave it at: "It was delicious"). Saw a building based on a seven-sided polyhedron (we actually walked around the building and counted the faces). Decided to drive up to PEI one day to go for lobster (you know how difficult it is to come by fresh lobster in a place like Halifax...). Took the scenic route and drove around the Bay of Fundy. Walked out onto a tide-plain and got chased (literally) by the advancing tide (it was coming in at about 2 or 3 km/hour). Got excited when I saw a picture of a dinosaur on the town sign for Parsboro, NS. We stopped in the local Tim Horton's to questionthe locals for directions to said dinosaur, at which point the old man sitting at the table pointed at his wife, telling us that if we wanted to see a dinosaur, she was the oldest thing in town. Eventually found my dinosaur (picture to follow). Got lost in the world's longest cul-de-sac (unofficially 11 km long). Did some off-roading in the rental car (beat the living hell outta that poor little Neon...at one point after bottoming out HARD at 50 km/hr on a rock, I had to stop and crawl under the car to make sure that everything was still there. The girls quickly learned that when I (the driver) would grit my teeth and exclaim something to the effect of "OH GOD!" that it was time to brace for impact.) Good times. Andrea was driving the other rental car in our caravan. She yelled at me for the way I was driving. Something about doing 130 km/hr in a 70 zone...I dunno. Tried to go whale-watching in the pissing rain (with my fashionable garbage-bag rain gear) but the tour got cancelled, so I drove to Peggy's cove ad looked at a lighthouse.
Many more adventures, but realistically, I can't type them all out. Suffice to say that I had a pretty fantastic time. I missed Catherine, but fortunately that didn't stand in the way of my having an awesome time. Saw her the night I got back anyways, hung out over tea, and swapped stories.
So football season is starting (hooray!). And I mean REAL football, CANADIAN football. None of this fruity soccer-crap. Stamps played their last exhibition game the other night. I had a free ticket, but no one wanted to come (who wouldn't want to sit out in the driving rain for 3 hours?). Catherine was pretty much last on my list of people to ask as a result of years of listening to her rants about how stupid football is, but in the end, she was the one that came out. We had a wicked time, despite the fact that:
a) she doesnt understand football in the least
b) we were both freezing and wet
c) the Stamps lost 57-13
Now she wants to come to more games...she drove me home from the train station after the game (despite the fact that I live close enough that walking probably would have been faster). Went to hug her goodnight, and there was this strange and quick little moment where the idea of kissing her just seemed like the right thing to do. As a result of the untidy state of her Jimmy, the hug was challenging enough, and a kiss was likely physically impossible. But now I wonder, did it cross her mind too? Months ago we discussed dating, and admitted a mutual attraction, but decided that the timing wasn't right. Is it now? I certainly wouldn't mind. I doubt that she'd think so though. I suspect that in tthe light of the death of a good friend over the course of the winter she's decided that she just wants to have fun and not be tied down by a relationship this summer. I guess I'd hate to have my feelings burden her, and limit her friendships with the other fellows in her life who are clearly interested in her, despite her insistence (to me at least) that she's not remotely interested in them. Hmmm...what have I gotten myself into this time?
She suggested going to the Tyrell Museum in a couple weekends. And her and I are supposed to go to BC for her family reunion at the begining of July, followed by her accompanying me to my friend's wedding. Is it just me, or do all these kind of activities sound like things that people who are dating do? Ah, the ambiguity of it all.
Went out to meet her last night (I mean to celebrate Grant's birthday party...), but unfortunately my being fashionably late (2 hours late) threw a wrench into things. She was gone by the time I got there. And why is it that today when I told a few people this, they reacted by asking me if she left with some other guy. Am I correct in saying that that's not the type of girl that she is, or am I just blinded by my own feelings? In any event, she's supposed to call me later today, however I doubt that that will happen. She's good about returning calls, and reliable in terms of calling when she says she will, however every now and then I detect a little something in her voice that seems to let me know that she wont be calling this time. Think I caught it in this instance. Oh well, we'll see.
Halifax was fantastic. The conference, not so much. Fortunately I skipped the majority of it to accomplish such worthwhile causes as attempting to jog accross the entire city. It's funny because it was bright and sunny the whole time the conference was on, and I was supposed to be trapped indoors, and rainy as soon as I was free. Hmmm...wonder how I got this tan? A typical night started with a lobster dinner (10 consecutive days of eating fresh seafood probably had my stomach wondering what the hell was going on), moved along to beers in a pub, moved along to a bar (typically the Halifax Alehouse, my new home away from home), and finished off at pizza corner with a delicious slice of donair pizza (some question the viscous white fluid all over the pizza, I prefer not to, and to leave it at: "It was delicious"). Saw a building based on a seven-sided polyhedron (we actually walked around the building and counted the faces). Decided to drive up to PEI one day to go for lobster (you know how difficult it is to come by fresh lobster in a place like Halifax...). Took the scenic route and drove around the Bay of Fundy. Walked out onto a tide-plain and got chased (literally) by the advancing tide (it was coming in at about 2 or 3 km/hour). Got excited when I saw a picture of a dinosaur on the town sign for Parsboro, NS. We stopped in the local Tim Horton's to questionthe locals for directions to said dinosaur, at which point the old man sitting at the table pointed at his wife, telling us that if we wanted to see a dinosaur, she was the oldest thing in town. Eventually found my dinosaur (picture to follow). Got lost in the world's longest cul-de-sac (unofficially 11 km long). Did some off-roading in the rental car (beat the living hell outta that poor little Neon...at one point after bottoming out HARD at 50 km/hr on a rock, I had to stop and crawl under the car to make sure that everything was still there. The girls quickly learned that when I (the driver) would grit my teeth and exclaim something to the effect of "OH GOD!" that it was time to brace for impact.) Good times. Andrea was driving the other rental car in our caravan. She yelled at me for the way I was driving. Something about doing 130 km/hr in a 70 zone...I dunno. Tried to go whale-watching in the pissing rain (with my fashionable garbage-bag rain gear) but the tour got cancelled, so I drove to Peggy's cove ad looked at a lighthouse.
Many more adventures, but realistically, I can't type them all out. Suffice to say that I had a pretty fantastic time. I missed Catherine, but fortunately that didn't stand in the way of my having an awesome time. Saw her the night I got back anyways, hung out over tea, and swapped stories.
So football season is starting (hooray!). And I mean REAL football, CANADIAN football. None of this fruity soccer-crap. Stamps played their last exhibition game the other night. I had a free ticket, but no one wanted to come (who wouldn't want to sit out in the driving rain for 3 hours?). Catherine was pretty much last on my list of people to ask as a result of years of listening to her rants about how stupid football is, but in the end, she was the one that came out. We had a wicked time, despite the fact that:
a) she doesnt understand football in the least
b) we were both freezing and wet
c) the Stamps lost 57-13
Now she wants to come to more games...she drove me home from the train station after the game (despite the fact that I live close enough that walking probably would have been faster). Went to hug her goodnight, and there was this strange and quick little moment where the idea of kissing her just seemed like the right thing to do. As a result of the untidy state of her Jimmy, the hug was challenging enough, and a kiss was likely physically impossible. But now I wonder, did it cross her mind too? Months ago we discussed dating, and admitted a mutual attraction, but decided that the timing wasn't right. Is it now? I certainly wouldn't mind. I doubt that she'd think so though. I suspect that in tthe light of the death of a good friend over the course of the winter she's decided that she just wants to have fun and not be tied down by a relationship this summer. I guess I'd hate to have my feelings burden her, and limit her friendships with the other fellows in her life who are clearly interested in her, despite her insistence (to me at least) that she's not remotely interested in them. Hmmm...what have I gotten myself into this time?
She suggested going to the Tyrell Museum in a couple weekends. And her and I are supposed to go to BC for her family reunion at the begining of July, followed by her accompanying me to my friend's wedding. Is it just me, or do all these kind of activities sound like things that people who are dating do? Ah, the ambiguity of it all.
Went out to meet her last night (I mean to celebrate Grant's birthday party...), but unfortunately my being fashionably late (2 hours late) threw a wrench into things. She was gone by the time I got there. And why is it that today when I told a few people this, they reacted by asking me if she left with some other guy. Am I correct in saying that that's not the type of girl that she is, or am I just blinded by my own feelings? In any event, she's supposed to call me later today, however I doubt that that will happen. She's good about returning calls, and reliable in terms of calling when she says she will, however every now and then I detect a little something in her voice that seems to let me know that she wont be calling this time. Think I caught it in this instance. Oh well, we'll see.