Whispers from the Myth Teller

37 years old today. I think I'm going to start referring to it as 30 years with 7 years of experience.

So far, I've gotten a few ecards, some yummy tea (thanks sarahcarotte, and a few phone calls.

I know two other people who celebrate this day. There's kideternity and my long-time friend Patsy. Tonight, I'll be joining Patsy at the ComedyWorks for some yukyuks. On the weekend, Ms. Carotte has something planned, but I have no idea what.

May the 4th be with you!

Another successful St. Patrick's Day celebration has come and gone. The Brunch was well-attended (including sarahcarotte, yukonflower, talyesin, grrscary, un_roseau, and twilightbunny,) and the food was fantastic (thanks to Edith for the Scotch Eggs)! Not much of the food was terribly Irish, but we live in a multi-cultural city, so we had plenty of cultures at the table: bagels, scones, haggis, eggs, potatoes, fruit salad (although it was more like fruit soup), bacon, etc...

The party broke up around 11:30 am as we made our way to the Parade that started at noon. Ms. Carotte still can't walk, so we rented a wheelchair for the day. The unexpected affect was that many of the Parade walkers made a point of coming to Ms. Carotte and giving her special attention. It was great.

After standing and watching for a while, near the end of the parade, we decided to take advantage of a hole in the parade route and start walking in it ourselves (right behind the James Lyng High School float. We waved, danced, shook hands with folks, got the crowd to cheer a few times, and enjoyed the walk.

Once we hit University road, we stepped out of the Parade and made our way down to the Old Dublin pub. Surprisingly, the staff was very accomodating of the wheelchair and found us a spot to sit.

We spent most of the day at the Dublin before heading over to Ben's for some smoked meat. We then headed down to Hurley's to end off the night.

sarahcarotte and yukonflower headed home around 11pm, but Kensington stayed with me until about midnight. I stayed out until about 4am, coming home in a drunken stupor. I suffered a bit the next day, but this is the price I must pay for a little over-exuberance on my part.

All in all, it was a great weekend. Thanks to everyone who made it memorable. Special thanks to yukonflower for visiting and we hope we've planted a seed to get you to move to Montreal eventually.

Everyone is in such a pissy mood today (myself included). I hope we get a beautiful day next Sunday for the St. Patrick's Day Parade. We need to have our spirits lifted.

The weather in Ottawa (I sound like my mum) was beautiful, but I was caught in the intense fog bank that stretched from Ottawa to Montreal last night. I literally could only see 100 feet ahead of the car (highway signs would just suddenly appear out of nothing on the side of the road). Despite the white-out conditions, some drivers were roaring past me (doing 120km+) like there was nothing wrong.

Luckily, there were no moose or deer out for a highway gallavant while I was digging my nails into the steering wheel.