Saturday
May282005
It's Another Time
Saturday, May 28, 2005 at 06:09PM
Didn't I say below that was a story for another time? Yes, I did.
On Friday at work - my phone was broken. Now, we need to pause here for a moment and recollect that what I DO is project mangle the installation, moving, changing etc of phone systems, phone sets and all of their associated stuff. In most cases, although I am a technician by training, we have to pay the phone company to do the actual installing. So, on Friday, I had a broken phone. And no one was around to fix it.
Just a little irony there.
Anyhoo, during the down time I received a delightful message in Australianized Canadian from Yeti
indicating that he'd be bussing into Vancouver on Sunday and would like to come over to the Island.
He's been here the longest of the three (a couple of years at least) and he's finally on his way back home on the 10th. He was Matt's roommate in uni and has been Matt's best friend ever since. When I mentioned on the phone to Matt last week that I should just marry him so he could stay here since he seems to like Canada so much - I was quite quickly informed that Yeti is a US citizen, a Canadian citizen and an Australian citizen. Which I'm pretty sure is kind of frowned upon but regardless, Yeti is quite obviously All Aussie. It's also rare to come across such an apt nickname.
Last week, Matt still sounded more Canadian than Australian, even after being home for almost 6 months, but Yeti, still is thickly Aus and insistent that he is horrified at the thought of talking like a Canadian. Wanker.
He's just called again and will be on a ferry on Monday to spend some time with me - he's broke so I imagine it will be most of the rest of his trip. I've stocked up on Yeti Imperial Stout and actually cleaned pretty thoroughly but that's not much of a concern really. When Stef asked what Yeti was like, I replied.... "He's the guy in the back of the bus on a 15 hour Greyhound milk-run, oozing alcohol from every pore, snoring away in clothes he's been wearing for a week, not having had a shower in at least four days and sporting a festering leg wound."
Which after the week of Stampede last year, actually happened, and so I've just given you a perfect description.
Oh, but he's brilliant fun and I'm so excited he's coming.
Especially when I say, "Well, it's good you'll only be around a week, you'll get sick of me in this tiny space - why are you always in my face? get out of my face! go away!" and he replies "I could never get sick of you, Jen, and besides if Mattie managed to be so happy all that time with you - I reckon it'll be no trouble at'all."
All charm, my three little Aussie boys, all charm.
On Friday at work - my phone was broken. Now, we need to pause here for a moment and recollect that what I DO is project mangle the installation, moving, changing etc of phone systems, phone sets and all of their associated stuff. In most cases, although I am a technician by training, we have to pay the phone company to do the actual installing. So, on Friday, I had a broken phone. And no one was around to fix it.
Just a little irony there.
Anyhoo, during the down time I received a delightful message in Australianized Canadian from Yeti
indicating that he'd be bussing into Vancouver on Sunday and would like to come over to the Island.He's been here the longest of the three (a couple of years at least) and he's finally on his way back home on the 10th. He was Matt's roommate in uni and has been Matt's best friend ever since. When I mentioned on the phone to Matt last week that I should just marry him so he could stay here since he seems to like Canada so much - I was quite quickly informed that Yeti is a US citizen, a Canadian citizen and an Australian citizen. Which I'm pretty sure is kind of frowned upon but regardless, Yeti is quite obviously All Aussie. It's also rare to come across such an apt nickname.
Last week, Matt still sounded more Canadian than Australian, even after being home for almost 6 months, but Yeti, still is thickly Aus and insistent that he is horrified at the thought of talking like a Canadian. Wanker.
He's just called again and will be on a ferry on Monday to spend some time with me - he's broke so I imagine it will be most of the rest of his trip. I've stocked up on Yeti Imperial Stout and actually cleaned pretty thoroughly but that's not much of a concern really. When Stef asked what Yeti was like, I replied.... "He's the guy in the back of the bus on a 15 hour Greyhound milk-run, oozing alcohol from every pore, snoring away in clothes he's been wearing for a week, not having had a shower in at least four days and sporting a festering leg wound."
Which after the week of Stampede last year, actually happened, and so I've just given you a perfect description.
Oh, but he's brilliant fun and I'm so excited he's coming.
Especially when I say, "Well, it's good you'll only be around a week, you'll get sick of me in this tiny space - why are you always in my face? get out of my face! go away!" and he replies "I could never get sick of you, Jen, and besides if Mattie managed to be so happy all that time with you - I reckon it'll be no trouble at'all."
All charm, my three little Aussie boys, all charm.
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