Nov 28, 2005

The Recent Adventures of Abigail (part two)

well, here’s the rest of the story ( so far)……

November 20th, 2005

Just left Winnipeg. Said good-bye to the gang I met on the train, that are heading up to Churchill, and re-grouped with the Vancouver-ites that are stuck with me for 7 more hours. Have met a lot of interesting and fun people on the train since boarding in Montreal 2 days ago….this train ride is much more fun than the trip out east!

I am totally broke, but yesterday I bought myself some noodles and bread with the last of my money when we stopped in Capreol, so at least I’m not starving to death! The only thing that kind of sucks, is the fact that the arm on my glasses fell off shortly after leaving Montreal, and I’m looking like a total dork, with the arm being held on by a bandaid I got from the information booth at Union Station in Toronto. I wish everyone could be as cool as me..…

I had an amazingly good week in Montreal with Mr. Henry. I know that everyone is going to be wanting details, but I really don’t know what I’m going to tell them, to satisfy their curiousities. It’s almost as if I have this whole other life that I’m starting to live, and it’s so hard to explain to people what’s going on with us, and what’s going through my head, without sounding like an ass. Mr. Henry, without actually saying or doing anything purposefully, has reminded me what makes me happy, and what I had planned for my life…..adventure, travel, writing, fun. The whole kit and caboodle of untraditional living. I feel like my brain is back on track, after a long hiatus.

Anyways, back to our amazing week. We really didn’t do a lot. We really didn’t want to do a heck of a lot anyways. Since both of us had done most site-seeing, touristy things on previous trips to Montreal, we pretty much just meandered about the streets every day, just taking in the city, laughing, talking and making out on street corners (and also disgusting ourselves with our making out in public….neither of us have ever been the type to do such things!) We visited friends of mine, and friends of his, we took in a movie, had a couple really nice meals out, a night of drunkenness at Andrew’s Pub (which we have adopted as our new favorite place to drink), and the rest of the time was pretty much spent in bed, just being sickeningly sweet and cuddly, watching TV. We were perfectly content to just wander about, or lay in bed, just existing with each other. I also realized that he is quite possibly, a male version of me….just a bit older, with more adventure under his belt. No wonder he can put up with my ridiculous little quirks…..he’s got the same ones.

Friday morning was horrible. We woke up in foul moods, knowing that we only had a couple more hours together, and then the universe decided that it was going to fuck with us, and proceeded to throw one little problem after the other our way, for those few precious moments we had left with one another.

And then, just like when I arrived in SmallTown, on the way back from Churchill, we were forced to have a hurried good-bye. He had to run off to his train to NYC, and I was forced to sit at the train station for 2 hours by myself, feeling like shit, trying my best not to have a complete meltdown in front of the hundreds of people in the station. Needless to say, the meltdown happened anyways.I wonder what everyone thought, I wonder if anyone noticed our horribly hurried good-bye and understood my breakdown, or if they just thought, well whatever people think of a strange girl bawling in a train station???? Oh fucking hell, what the hell does it matter anyways? I really can annoy myself with my constant wondering about stupid things! :)

And now what??? Who knows. Mr. Henry wants to get back to Canada ASAP, and I want the same. I guess he’ll come to The City first, but after that, all our plans are up in the air. There isn’t much we can do, until we’re in the same country, in the way of future planning. But, I truly believe that the universe is on our side this time, and eventually, something will work out. There are so many experiences and adventures waiting for two people like ourselves.

Mr. Henry was the exact person, the breath of fresh air, I needed to meet, to get myself out of the rut I felt I was in, and it will take every sensible bone in me to get myself through the winter here, without hopping a plane to go and be with him. Luckily, with some goals in mind, staying put won’t be too hard…I’ve got to start hoarding my pennies for the road ahead.

Nov 24, 2005

Canadian Pseudo-Celebs Turn Me On

For all of you who are waiting for the next installment of my travel diary, you will wait a bit longer.

These are a few of my favorite things (this week).......

My man Jian Gomeshi, who one day will realize that he loves me too, has got a great little radio show Monday to Friday on CBC. They are debating The National Playlist as we speak. Go. Vote. Now.

The Playlist also gets debated on The Hour. Go and see what Jian and George (my other soul mate) have to say about it.

Check out my dearest Rick Mercer , and watch a snippet of his trip to Churchill!!!

Matthew Good blogs for Human Rights .

I was invited to come and enjoy the musical stylings of Elliot Brood tonight, for free, and I have to fucking work. Figures. Ah well, gonna go see Sarah Slean on Friday, so I'll survive.

As you can see, I really have a hard-on for Canadian celebrities.

But, I do have to give a High-5 to the American, the Belligerent Intellectual, who pens The Daily Dump. I started reading and I just can't stop.

Check ya later sk8ters.

Nov 22, 2005

The Recent Adventures of Abigail (part one)

As a good chunk of my regular readers know, I haven't been regularily updating the last while, as I've been doing a bit of travelling, went to visit my mom, and did a bit more travelling. Well, I keep a somewhat sporadic journal while on my adventures , so my next few entries are excerpts from said journal.....enjoy.

November 10, 2005

Well, here I am on the train again. And heading to Montreal, again. So far, can't see too many interesting people, but it is the middle of the night. But it's not like I could find a better group to run into as B-Rock, Marla and I met on the way to Churchill last month! Nobody could beat that crew! My god that sounds horrible, there are wonderful travellers all over the place....sheesh.

I don't know what it is about riding the train that makes me feel so at home, at ease. The second I find my seat and get myself settled in for the journey, this amazing calm sweeps over me, and I get this incredibly obnoxious feeling that I own the train, and can do whatever the hell I like on it.

After only a few hours on the train today, I found myself finishing the last of the 2 books I had brought along, and found myself growing bored of the girl across from me talking incessantly about how she photographed Nickleback, and it being the highlight of her career thus far, blah blah blah, so I put on my headphones and sat back to enjoy the scenery as the train putt-putted into Northern Ontario.

In the past, I have bashed the scenery of Northern Ontario, almost in the same way that others bash the scenery of my beloved Saskatchewan. But today, I had to admit that I found myself staring in awe of the autumn leaves, the crystal clear lakes, the trees, the rocks and the trees magically growing out of the rocks. Maybe it was due to the Canadian music blaring out of my headphones, with artists singing the praises of their province of Ontario, but I just couldn't help daydreaming about how nice it would be to one day move up here, to the middle of nowhere, build a small cottage on the lakefront, and just exist in nature for all eternity.

November 11, 2005

Tim Horton's. 1:00am. Downtown Toronto.

Couldn't get ahold of anyone to hang out with, and the train doesn't leave for a few more hours. Refuse to pay for a hostel for only a few hours, so here I am, drinking coffee and eavesdropping on conversations of drunken Torontonians, on their way home from the bar. Thank god I'm used to night shifts, staying up all night drinking coffee is a freaking snap. Another XL Double Double? Bring it on!!

Am starting to get really excited about arriving in Montreal....and this time at least I know my way around, and have friends to visit.....and most wonderfully, Mr. Henry will be arriving on Sunday, and promises to track me down as soon as he's dropped off his things at Aviva's and cleaned himself up.

Oh, Mr. Henry.

Ever since I was a pre-pubescent young girl, even on family trips, I had this little daydream running through the back of my mind. I'd imagine running into a local, or a fellow traveller, whom I'd lock eyes with and feel that amazing, immediate, "Click!"with. Of course, a whirlwind friendship/love affair would ensue for the duration of my vacation, and I would forever have a hopelessly romantic story to tell the grandkids. Until now, that little daydream has never come true....but I always knew in my heart and my head, that if I just kept daydreaming, eventually I would get my way.

We met on the train on the way to Churchill. (Oct '05) I noticed him the second I woke up that morning on the train, looked around, and as my eyes met his, I just knew I had to meet him. The looks back and forth began, along with smiles, and the occasional silly comment. Before we reached Churchill, we had introduced ourselves, and made plans to meet up for drinks once we were all settled in our hotels. The three of us, found Mr. Henry and friend, sat down to visit, and then he smiled and winked at me.


We spent the next few days together, mostly in bed, but also quickly getting to know each other, drinking, laughing and talking about everything under the sun. On the train ride back, all I could think was "This can't be it. I can't leave him.", and was very comforted by the fact that he was thinking the same thing of me. But in the end, we kept with our original plans, I got off the train in SmallTown, and he stayed on to continue his travels out east before he had to head back to England.

It didn't take me long to realize that if I didn't go and track him down in Eastern Canada to say good-bye, (or see you later!) I would kick my own ass for all of eternity--not being able to handle one more "What if ???" in my lifetime. The thought of staying in The City, and not going to see him when I have absolutely no reason not to, all the while thinking how I could have, should have done this, was just a revolting thought to me.

And so, here I am, on my way to meet my English bloke. Empty wallet and all.

But the smile on my face just won't go away.

Nov 10, 2005

"We Do Not Torture"

"There's an enemy that lurks and plots and plans and wants to hurt America again. And so you bet we'll aggressively pursue them. But we will do so under the law," Bush said. Without confirming or denying the existence of hidden CIA prisons, Bush said, "Our country is at war, and our government has the obligation to protect the American people."

Under law, Mr. Bush? Then what the hell are you so worried about? If you aren't doing anything wrong, let the EU and the Red Cross do their thing.

I'm telling you people, if concrete evidence is ever presented to me that nothing inhumane ever happened in a CIA prison, I'm buying you all unicorns.

Nov 9, 2005

All That I Need Is The Air That I Breathe...

I promise, I'm working on a wonderful, happy little entry for y'all....but for today, I am being lazy and copying SaviaBella and Politiko.But I don't feel all that bad,as they copy-catted first! :)

It's so simple, go to Google, type in "( your name) needs", and see what comes up in the search.

I must admit that, after reviewing all the "needs" I have posted below, I was a bit weirded out about how right on the money some of them are. Who knew Google knew so much about me?????? Creepy.

Abigail needs a new coat, but her mother has no money and the stores are closed.

Abigail needs an ice-cream cone on a hot day.

Abigail needs money for pens and other random things.

Abigail needs a therapist to help her deal with her rages and fears.

Abigail needs to be at the forefront of her industry.

Abigail needs to have morals that are in-line with what is respectable for a human.

Abigail needs to know what sense of humour works best for her.

Abigail needs to grow up a bit.

Abigail needs a fan club!

Abigail needs all the support she can get right now.

Abigail needs a good hard spanking.

Abigail needs to find a toilet.

Abigail needs to learn the value of commitment.

Abigail needs to have a good stiff drink.

Abigail needs some undivided attention right now.

Abigail needs money, or else she'll have to go back to waitressing, or worse yet, Juan.

Abigail needs to learn more about everything!

Abigail needs a touch of whimsical magic.

Abigail needs to be socialized in order to trust humans.

Abigail needs him, adores him, misses him.