So my life is basically a Canadian Tire commercial now.
Last night we had drinks with our neighbors, listened to some Bruce Cockburn and realized that four out of five of us were in possession of canoe paddles that had been carved by our own hands. After a few more drinks we all ran to our houses, brought them back and swung them around the living room. We then went stumbled downtown to a keg party a friend was throwing for his vegan restaurant’s anniversary, kept our tuques and boots on while dancing a jig with mayor of Guelph (actual, not Foursquare) while the band played Rheostatics covers.
