no photos this time,but man, i sure wish i had some...david dragged us to montreal yesterday, and i by no means wanted to go. it is pop-montreal weekend, a music event full of super hipsters and cooler-than-thou events.
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me?
tired, and responsible for two crazy little time-bombs is this sea of smoothness? not-so-much.
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well.
not to allow david an i-told-you-so, i am still ultra tired, but we ended up having a really fun time, attending ther kelp records bar-bq, (esther and david playing tambourine for angela desveaux' set...photo please),
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staying at a very modest two star bed and breakfast (another photo? i invite you to imagine the ball-capped breakfast-monitor entering the room barking "ne touche pas ca, monsier!" to the other lone breakfaster as a costo muffin whirred illegally in the shabby microwave....)
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making it to the biodome (an ecosystem zoo near the olympic stadium) and back again on the last drops of hydraulic effort available to our cars' leaking steering system. (picture a really cheesed-off golden marmoset)
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oh, man, were those kids great. each of them, and together. they seemed to have a really fabulous time, and were so cheerful and fun!
the kids and i took the train back home to ottawa this evening, arriving way post bed time, (david will be driving home with band-mates after their show) and not one rotten moment.
polite and lovely.
(another missed photo-op.)
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oh, esther's summary of the trip was thus...
"why do so many people here speak the bo-ju language?"
that's french, dear.
bonjour a tous.
