last, end
Last time for a sunset cemerony. Last time to go out afterwards. And the best times afterwards. One who promised to arrive at the Nog at 1. One who didn't ever come. One who should be coming to Peterborough. Me, I doubt it. Jumping in carboard with Saldanha. Painful but super-fun. How high. On Perreault shoulders. Unbelievably scary. I wanted mostly to get down. Freaking out, unnecessarily. I had the heart rate of crazy. Malinowski agrees, to get a girl all you must do is make her laugh and be nice to her, genuinely. I believe it. In all cases. And he told me to get a boy all I have to do is smoke him. And I don't think its that easy. But he assures me that it is. I have his email and will write to him and get him to come to see his best friend from highschool and me also. Trent can be crazy-fun times. Those french fries with ketchup with Faubert. Incredible. I couldn't imagine something tasting so good. And that was the night, however briefly. 2 beers for drum major, one gin and tonic for me. He never appeared. And I will miss the drum major who never blinks or says hey to me. Except for last night. I'd rather he did. Because of him I smashed bottles. Thankfully Saldanha will call me soon, Sunday when he is in Peterborough. And thnakfully Skandal including Perreault, Faubert, little Taylor, Serjeant Stew White AND Bruce Compeau will be in Peterborough September 11. That makes all of the ending easier. What will I do without a gun to tell me that it is noon? Without a union jack flying overhead? And without that Garrison Parade at 3? Without a goat named David? And the Goat Major? And all of the guard boys who made my days worthwhile. Mostly what will I do without having things been resolved with Kevin. Perhaps that is to come.