Photos, as promised...
I
played a gig in Canmore, as I told you
a couple of entries ago. It was in June, but it was awesome fun, especially since I haven't played the trumpet in like a year... ha.
I
went fishing with Mason. We decided to take advantage of "Fish Without a Licence" weekend and use that as an excuse to go sit by a beautiful lake and drink beers. Mason is emo over the same thing I am, too... coming back from Victoria, he had nearly the same romance story I had coming back from Boston, and it dissolved for him in nearly the same way mine did. It seems to be the summer of crap for that kind of thing; I hope, for everyone's sake, that those of us it's happened to are the only ones, and the epidemic is over now.
Pictures are in my
photo album if you're looking for them again.
As to
my last entry, nothing is solved, and I don't think it will be until I go back to Boston and precipitate a showdown of massive proportions. I'm stumped. Sheesh. And I'm still mad. Today was a particularly shitty day in that regard, and I don't even know why... I guess sometimes it just happens. Oh well.