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Yet another uninteresting moment preserved for the ages:
Due to my dad's insistence on rushing out the door at the earliest possible moment on flight day, I'm incredibly early for my flight. I am sitting at Pearson killing time at an internet terminal.
This is sort of interesting. I'm sitting here at my mom's friends' place by myself, as one has gone to walk the dog and the other has gone to get her hair done. My dad is supposed to be here any minute now to take me to my uncle's place in Ontario (the LA suburb, not the province) since I'm leaving from that airport tomorrow morning and this is easier all around.
The interesting this is that I'm writing this in my blog. I mean, at some point, I must have made a decision, whether conscious or unconscious to log in to Blogger and write this down. As if this moment was interesting, or worthy of being saved for posterity.
Why am I only interested in writing down the most trivial details of my life? Why is it that when I go out with friends or do something interesting or even do something spectacularly interesting, I have no interest in recording it? In fact, right now, I could probably churn out another 1000 words about the nothing I did this morning and the nothing I did yesterday, but ask me to tell you about anything else, like meeting my baby cousin in Toronto, or wandering down Yonge Street with Dave the nameless superhero, or watching Gosia and her mom eat the world's best chocolate, or what I actually did in all the places I mentioned in my last blog entry and I balk. I don't wanna. I frequently have to force myself to write about these things. Sometimes, I'm even forced by others.
So to make up for this, here's some of the stuff I skipped.
Meeting Baby Carmen:
My cousin Maggie had her second baby about 8 months ago. And on December 24th, she brought her and her brother over for dinner. No no, not as dinner. We're not savages, after all. Carmen is a doll, all big blue eyes and apple cheeks. She has a very serious look about her most of the time, but when she smiles, she smiles big. Carmen's older brother, Brandon, also showed up and I discovered that if there's one thing that my family tends to produce, it's big kids. Brandon looks about 5 or 6, but is actually 3 and a half. He's disgustingly cute as well, with blue eyes and curly black hair. His parents like to treat him as a great party trick, making him do funny things on command. And you can't help but laugh, because he really is funny.
Yonge Street with Dave the nameless superhero:
No. I think this one is better if I don't explain it. Let's just say there was a little bit of role-playing and whole lot of me laughing involved.
Gosia and her mom, eating chocolate:
I showed up in Toronto the night of the 23rd and promptly called Gosia. Her and her dad came to pick me up and take me over to their place where I would await my dad to come get me (it's funny how we all regress to our teen years when visiting parents). I spent some time at the taxi stand where I was regaled with a long and complicated story about the ground transportation guy and a regular limo driver who used to give him her "extra-special" massages. It was a lot sweeter than it sounds anyway.
Eventually, Gosia, the coolest Polish person to walk the earth drove on up and whisked me to her parents' place. There, I shared with her and her mom the wonderful world of Puccini chocolates. They are, with the possible exception of Dave the nameless superhero, the most appreciative chocolate eaters ever. They were very happy campers that night, as was I, since I like to spread the joy of really really good chocolate everywhere I go.
Anyway, I've never seen people eat their chocolate with such joy and gusto. They were like connoisseurs and gluttons all wrapped up in one (well... two). Gosia is planning a move to Amsterdam as we speak. Her mother, who may be spending a few months in Paris actually asked me how long the trip was... she had a speculative gleam in her eye. And a lot of chocolate in her mouth.
The evening came to an end when my dad showed to pick me up.
And that's enough of my slightly more exciting than usual adventures for today, I think. Back to nothing.
