Klog

On Friday went to a Mooseheads game with Sarah's whole program. They were playing the Cape Breton Screaming Eagles so a rivalry buzz was in order. We all sat in the same section behind the glass right in front of the super fans/bodysuit men. Good times! Snow storm, then barbeque, then bar, then game, then bar, then drunken stumble home devouring all food in sight.

Saturday nothing happened. No movement at all.

Woke up Sunday and watched Tottenham lose on a penalty given in the last seconds of extra time to that prick Balotelli who shouldn't have even been on the field.

Intentional / Not Intentional???

You don't even need to know his rap sheet to see what's going on in his devious mind.

Anyway to get that bitter taste out of my mouth I met up with Guy to test out his new row boat. Bare in mind it was -10ish and quite breezy. Here's a pano of when I arrived at the park. That's Guy's silhouette.

So as fun as frozen rowing sounded it turns out that there was a bit more on his mind then just rowing. In the pano just to the right of Guy is a sailboat on the water. Story is that it's been there for 3 years and nobody knows who the owner is or why he left. So as we were in the row boat Guy goes up to the boat. At this time I did not know anything of it except that it looks like it's abandoned and covered in tarp. He rounds the vessel and then holds on to it and tells me to get on. The initial thought on my mind wass 'You're shitting me!' I really didn't want to fall into the frigid water while being a good 30-40 minute walk away from Sarah's. My arm was twisted and I got on and so did Guy and he went inside the boat and starts assessing the components. I thought it was a floating coffin. Apparently Guy was interested in possessing this vessel.

Then his buddy Angel (Awn-Hel) came and I could see him by the shore so Guy left me on the boat and got in the rower and went to get him. Not gonna lie, I questioned how naive I was to be left out life-jacketless and alone on the floating coffin and freezing my ass off.

So Angel came (I had just met him the night before at the Mooseheads game) back with Guy. Phew!! Then Guy and Angel go inside the boat and while I'm standing on the boat and I start getting buckets of water handed to me from under the tarp. So for the next half hour I stood there throwing the water over the side. I started doing a slow jog on the spot for circulation. Eventually they came out with garbage and Guy asked who wanted to be taken to shore first. Trying not to seem to enthusiastic I raised my hand in a nanosecond but casually said "Maybe me. I gotta walk back to Sarah's." So as we are heading back we were still a good 3 feet from shore. We couldn't get any closer and I didn't have the patience to wait. I lunged out of the boat awkwardly aiming for this dry rock for footing. The seat in the boat I had thrust myself off of had jolted back, then the rock moved when my foot hit it, but I had just enough momentum to skip off of it before it went in the water and got on the shore. A minor miracle. I don't even want to think of what a soaker would have been like at that moment.

I start running up the hill and this man starts talking to me asking me about the boat we were just on. "I haven't seen anyone on that boat in 3 years." I tried not to be too rude but I basically said I'm not from here, I don't know anything about boats and I'm really cold and gotta go. Told him to talk to Guy when he got back with Angel.

Yada yada yada, sat in the tub when I got to Sarah's and had a great dinner (Haddock and Scallops!). Also found this cool liquor store with some interesting beers and wines. Had a 'Hell's Bay English Ale' and an 'Anchor Porter'. Yum.