Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Turning 40 this December. The memory is going and I am creakier but other then that I feel terrific. Went to Montreal with a very good friend (also turning 40, just six days before I do to be exact) this past weekend as part of our continuing celebration of making it this far. We wandered the streets, from brew pub to brew pub, enjoying a weekend without the responsibilities that are part and parcel of our daily lives.
Had a 35 dollar (including tax and tip) bottle (approximately 3 pints) bottle of beer. It was good. Not 35 dollar good but what the hell, right? Midnight Sun Espresso Stout from Whitehorse, if you're wondering.
Still waiting for the wisdom that comes with age.
Visiting a friend in his third floor apartment overlooking St. Denis, drinking St. Ambroise and smoking Camels on his balcony, watching a couple having pretty discreet sex on the balcony across the way, the conversation turned to hockey. What else? What a country!
The fourth, a fellow we had just met, was a pretty smart hockey guy and a Habs fan to boot. We discussed a lot of the theories and ideas that swirl about the Oilogosphere.
I asked him what he thought about Souray.
"Great shot. One of the worst defencemen in the NHL. Better you then us."
I commenced to drink even harder, trying to commit myself to an oblivion much like the Oilers' season upcoming.
Tomorrow we find out if the Ducks match on Penner. I'm saying they don't. And I surely surely hope Lowe is right on this kid. If not, we're talking Tom Kurvers here.
Posted by Black Dog at 12:32 PM