Michael Zachary
No ball game last night, but I got a new nephew. Michael Zachary C., born at 6 this morning, 10 pounds 4 ounces.
My Contemporary Canadian Fiction class went to see Corvette Crossing last night at the Alderney Landing Theatre, and we’ll be writing reviews instead of midterms. Excellent play, though I hear you might have trouble getting tickets. I also want to give a quick shout-out to Shannon; it was nice to see a familiar face!
But before that I was hanging out at the Gorsebrook with a Newfoundlander friend of mine, and apparently “a few drinks” in Newfie means two shared pitchers plus two singles apiece. (I’m joking here.) He would have done well in Eastern Europe. I ran away from the Gorsebrook at 7:25, got to the ferry terminal at 7:45, arrived at Alderney Gate at 7:57 and got my ticket for the play that started at 8:00. Zoom, zoom, zoom. It’s a good thing the theatre is in the same complex as the ferry!
And before that, I ran up to King’s looking for a copy of Timothy Findlay’s The Wars. I figured I could squeeze it in between my second class and meeting Jeremy at the pub, but I was wrong, because they didn’t have the book on the shelf where the catalogue said it would be! Grrrr. On the bright side, I saw Casey, though we didn’t get the chance to talk as she was in a rush as well. At 4:25, I ran like heck to get back to Saint Mary’s for 4:35, five minutes late. I’m lucky he’s the patient type, I had to cancel on the poor guy last week. Anyway, we had a ton of fun and the three hours went by quickly.
Naturally I started the day off by oversleeping, and the occupation of the bathroom meant I had to wash my hair in the sink. I was 25 minutes late for class, and I guess I was just having one of those days.
This day seems like it’ll be pretty good, though. I’m an uncle again.
My Contemporary Canadian Fiction class went to see Corvette Crossing last night at the Alderney Landing Theatre, and we’ll be writing reviews instead of midterms. Excellent play, though I hear you might have trouble getting tickets. I also want to give a quick shout-out to Shannon; it was nice to see a familiar face!
But before that I was hanging out at the Gorsebrook with a Newfoundlander friend of mine, and apparently “a few drinks” in Newfie means two shared pitchers plus two singles apiece. (I’m joking here.) He would have done well in Eastern Europe. I ran away from the Gorsebrook at 7:25, got to the ferry terminal at 7:45, arrived at Alderney Gate at 7:57 and got my ticket for the play that started at 8:00. Zoom, zoom, zoom. It’s a good thing the theatre is in the same complex as the ferry!
And before that, I ran up to King’s looking for a copy of Timothy Findlay’s The Wars. I figured I could squeeze it in between my second class and meeting Jeremy at the pub, but I was wrong, because they didn’t have the book on the shelf where the catalogue said it would be! Grrrr. On the bright side, I saw Casey, though we didn’t get the chance to talk as she was in a rush as well. At 4:25, I ran like heck to get back to Saint Mary’s for 4:35, five minutes late. I’m lucky he’s the patient type, I had to cancel on the poor guy last week. Anyway, we had a ton of fun and the three hours went by quickly.
Naturally I started the day off by oversleeping, and the occupation of the bathroom meant I had to wash my hair in the sink. I was 25 minutes late for class, and I guess I was just having one of those days.
This day seems like it’ll be pretty good, though. I’m an uncle again.