Let's Take a step back...

Well what a weird day.
We've been go go go since we left Barrie and here we are in Summerland, PE and I've finished all my comic work no gigs just chillin' at an RV park.
And I'm bored.
I miss having things to be done.
I want information to be coming in and tasks to be done.
Nothing to do, so I drank in fact I'm drinking right now.
Topless.
But am I pantless?
I'll leave it up to your wondering.

I get up packed up some comics that sold went for a run and a swim. Then I napped.
Got up and just wanted to nap.
Gina thinks there is a secret society here because no one was drinking.
The odd wine glass (prolly filled with ginger ale or secret society elixer) and then come sun down everyone was inside their trailers.
During the day it was kinda like a ghost town.
I even heard our neighbours talking just as they were leaving for the day.
The dad said, "Come on we're going.
His son asks, "Where?"
His reply was "We've got places to go."
So, Maybe.
If we don't make it out of Summerland we've either joined the cult or have been sacrificed or eaten.
Anyway.
Let's go backwards shall we.

We stopped in to Montreal for 2 nights.
No gigs just a stop for the Montreal Comic Con and and to visit with a good friend, Pascal.
I must say downtown Montreal is no place for a 27ft RV. it as so hard to maneuver.
My hatred was mostly when we would get onto a busy major highway then immediately have to get to the other side to exit on the left.
You just signal and go.
Let everyone else adjust.
I actually started to like doing it.
"Get the Fuck out of my way I'm bigger'n you!"

Now where does one park a 27ft Rv downtown?
That was our question.
We drove around for a while and most lots couldn't fit us in.
There was one directly across from the Convention centre.
"How much?" Gina Asks
He laughs and says "$100."
That there seems a touch pricey.
I asked him "really $100?"
"For you my friend, $80."
That thar is some bargaining.

We comic con'd it up.
Signatures Comic Buying.
I think Gina Saw The DeLorean
Then off to Pascal's for dinner.
We had Lobster. Trail was ready.

I got a bit drunk.
The early morning agreed.
Maybe Pascal too.

If you ever get to hang with Pascal head to a Karaoke Bar. 

You'll have a killer time. 

We'll be heading back to try out what some have said is the best Indian food in Montreal.
We're both pretty pumped for that.

Having an all right sleep on the side of the Montreal street and an actual shower in the morning. (Little did we know how infrequent they would be. We are some dirty, smelly mo'fo's)
We had an amazing breakfast at a place I don't remember the name of.
So It's really not important I tell you that.
But I did.
Let's let it be.

We left the city the next day and Gina takes her first time behind the wheel.
It was like watching someone go through all the stages of grief in a a matter of 2 minutes.
She was excited scared sad calm and then happy.
I think I just sat in silence until it was over and then asked are you ok now?
This is her end result behind the wheel of the beast.

She was ok now.
Next up, the east.

-Neil
www.neilcrowe.com

A Public Diary Journal Thing (Not a Blog) Bonus Story!

Just as I finished writing this a little ginger lad came to the door.
Wearing a bike helmet.
Trail barking in his face, he asked "Do you want to buy some chocolate bars?"
My response, "You want to give me your chocolate bars?"
He did not.
I asked what kind he said "A Hersey and a white one."
Hmm, I thought this doesn't sound legit.
"What are you selling them for?"
"Just money."
"Not for A charity you're just selling chocolate?"
"Ya."
"No thanks."
Those willy Gingers, always trying to sell me there stolen chocolate.
I actually wouldn't mind a Hersery bar.
Come back youthful Ginger!