Running the 4 minute mile

At long last, the chaos in my life has reached an end for awhile.

For the past month everything has been moving a mile a minute, between house hunting, Masters stuff, cottages, the old lab, my bro's whitewater bachelor weekend, his wedding, the new apartment, and the Boston bachelor party for NVP, it's been pretty damn ludicrous. And expensive as hell.

Hardly any wonder I haven't written much lately.

I'm sad to have left my normal crew, and I'm definitely gonna miss the days of pwning noobs with ol' Betty and Yakob, and the good times with the "new" London crowd. Poker nights with the drunken rowdies will be missed as well (but at least I'll be in bed before 3 am every Tuesday night). But onwards we go, and I'm sure we'll all stay in touch. Hopefully I can make it down for homecoming in London this year.


After a long and frustrating hunt for a new place to live, Shano and I have a sick pad at Chapel and Rideau up here in Ottawa. It was clutch to find a place with two bathrooms, but the rent ain't cheap. We've got a sweet pool and gym, our rooms are awesome, and besides the small living room we can't ask for much more. It's my first time living in a highrise, but the view is pretty cool. We can even see the Canadian Parliament buildings, if only the tips of the rooves.


The weekend up at Meg's cottage was incredible, even if it was in France... er, Quebec. With any luck it'll be an annual thing, cuz everyone had a wicked time.


My bro's whitewater rafting weekend went off with numerous hitches. First of all, Matty had to bail, then we all got so shitfaced that some guys had to cut the trip short. Not to mention the brutal weather that forced some more pussies into leaving early. My bro and I stuck it out with a few lads and has an awesome second day in the smaller raft. Got flipped and smashed a few times, but all around it was a great time.

The wedding, on the other hand, went as smoothly as silk on a baby's ass. Despite calls for bad weather, it was a pretty solid day, if humid. My bro was sweating bullets during the ceremony (who wouldn't, if you had to marry Mangela) but he kept it together.
I was nervous as balls for my speech, but overall I think I did really well. I'm still getting random compliments on it. Kinda fucked me over for dinner though, with the nerves ruining my appetite. We had a hell of a party afterwards, dancing it up to Kelly Clarkson and whatnot.
I'm glad that day is behind us, cuz it was a looming star on the calendar for months beforehand. And I'm really happy it went well and Ryan and Angela had a great time.


Masters stuff has been frustrating as hell lately, but that's another story all together. I'm sad to have left all of my friends from the old lab. We all got along so swimmingly...
But I'm sure I'll keep up with them too!


Last, and certainly not least, was the last big-spending weekend of the chaotic month - Labour Day long weekend in Boston.

Went down with 11 of us in total, with Earl the hurricane being the 12th man. And we all had an incredible time. The horrible Harpoon Brewery tour, the growler, the fog, BoSox double-header, pregnant Darcy, soiled $5 bills, Burt's stupid camera, both Cheers bars, Lou Bega and the trumpets, chow-dah, the hit-and-run, American Girl, Tenacious D, the bathtub, the mom-and-daughter, and tons of brutally offside jokes.

Can't ask for much more.


Now I need my beauty sleep. Spent my first night ever in my new room last night, and I gotta say it was good, but the sun was brutes magoots. Thankfully I hung my curtains today.

Cheers.