Well…
I’m back!
Of course coming back to reality after time at Disney can be a mite on the depressing side, but still…
At least I’ve got some good TRs to help divert my attentions away from the more insidious mood altering and sole crushing aspects of the return (like going back to work). But unfortunately I’ve also missed another update.
K sera, sera…
Believe the contest is somewhat “pointless” from here on but commentary is always in order.
As said by both George Michael and George Donner…
Needless to say, your results may vary.
After a not so great night
spent worrying about
someone hacking my iPod
and stealing my identity,
Not to worry…
You identity will be hacked by someone at some point in the near.
It’s unavoidable.
Vigilance is the only option.
you'll forgive me if I didn't note
the time we got up that morning.
Kinda hard...
when you write notes on your iPod!
The hotel didn’t have a note pad and pen parked beside the Gideon?
Huh.
Sorry…
But I’m old enough to be considered antiquated.
I just know we got up eventually.
And while on vacation, eventually is a mighty fine time to be getting up.
But this one machine was a washer
and a dryer.
Did anyone else know about this?
Lemme know.
I'll toss you some bonus points.
Yep.
They’re more common outside of North America though.
(where space is at more of a premium)
Now...
I have no idea, to this day,
why I did next what I did.
Does anyone really know what time it is… Errrr… I mean…
why we do what we do?
But I did.
And someone picked up!
Persistence is a virtue.
Or is that patience?
Maybe petulance?
Never be afraid to try.
You may fail.
But as long as you look cool doing it,
it's all good.
Proving once again why cats are the second most important reason for the existence of the internet.
"What's the password on it?" She asked.
Beg pardon?
I mean, how many black on black iPods
do they find in a day?
42.
That’s the answer to everything so I’m going with 42.
Did this woman hope to find it,
mine all the data from it
and run laughing all the way
to whatever location she booked
herself using my WestJet app?
You gott’a have faith.
"Yes." She said. "We have it here."
I almost dropped the phone.
Faith in humanity restored!
It helps if you don’t have the most recent or hottest model of a particular device.
(those don’t get returned)
Interestingly, we had a lost phone similarly returned to us once during a trip to Williamsburg.
And then again on a trip to Disney (of all places to lose a phone).
Actually…
On that Disney trip, the same phone was lost twice by the same young’en during the trip.
And got found and returned both times.
I’m still stunned by that.
But you know what this means...
Another drive to the icefields and back!
As an open wheel racing enthusiast…
I’m sure you were pumped.
(even if you didn’t let on)
She told me to go on without her.
An act of self-preservation
I retrieved our car from the parking garage.
Betty pointed me to the nearest McDonalds
Not Tim’s?
It's McDonalds. It's not rocket surgery.
My general experience at a Mc’s is that for most of the regular clientele the “art” or ordering actually is more complex than Brain Science.
Either that or there are a lot of ID-10-T candidates at the average McDonalds.
I entered the room and...
"Where did you go?" Ruby asked.
"I went to McDonalds to get
the breakfast you asked for."
"I meant." She said.
"From the breakfast nook down the hall."
"I'm almost ready." She then said.
"I can go with you if you want."
And she did.
So much for self-preservation.
That was a true act of faith.
I made it there and back
in less time than the last
manic, insane drive.
Just imagine the adjectives that could therefore be applied to this sortie.
We got back to the Icefield
Discovery Centre and....
I had the strangest sensation
that I'd been here before.
Odd.
Déjà take two
Perfect…
Side note.
I hate those signs.
They're a pain in the tucus.
True, but they are better than having someone set out a “Next Window Please” sign just as you finally reach the front of the line.
Yay!!!! There it was!
I had all my TR notes
in my hands once again.
Which, you're probably thinking.
"Great. If he'd really lost it,
this TR would've been a whole
heck of a lot shorter!"
The thought never crossed my mind.
And you'd be wrong.
I'd just make even more of it up.
Truth!
er... I mean... some of it...
Like we’d know the difference.
(or even question it)
iPod in hand, we set out for Banff.
Trip number five on
the same stretch of highway
coming up!
Everything looked eerily familiar.
Déjà View
Unquestionably…
So, what stock should we be buying today, then?
No... probably had that right
the first time.
Déjà vu…
Like the guy who stripped off
all his clothes and wrapped
himself in cling-wrap.
He then barges into
a psychiatrist’s office.
The doc looks him up and down
and says:
"Clearly, I can see you're nuts."
It's amazing what you can
accomplish when you're not
pressed back into a car seat
by acceleration G forces.
Mission: Space…
The Orange side.
If you’ve not done it, you need to.
Now that is simply gorgeous.
Careful! Don't crash your
invisible car!
At least he is on the correct side of the road.
It was a bit early for me
for ice cream.
Is that possible?
But I can attest that their sign
of "World's best ice cream"
is no idle boast.
I know of some rather good spots, but I’ll keep them in mind.
The other thing they carry,
other than ice cream,
is souvenirs.
And everything has a cow motif.
Déjà Moo
Sorry. No food porn.
Keg food is too good to stop for photos.
And that is an even better endorsement then the pictures would have been
We both started with the escargot.
The stuff of dreams people!
Oddly…
I believe you.
Ten years ago, I’d have given you Harrumph!
But now I know better.
Of course it’s all about the sauce.
(and I’d never order it unless I had faith in the kitchen staff)
The Keg thoughtfully provides
bread to sop up every last drop
of delicious garlic butter.
As well they should.
An illustration of why nearly all South’rn meals come with biscuits.
Never waste the drippings, people.
Never.
I had the bacon wrapped filet mignon
with a lobster tail.
And by the time we finished all that...
We were too full for dessert.
Or Cows ice cream.
That’s why you should’a gotten it earlier.
Life’s uncertain; eat dessert first.
Was it moooooved…
Or more like waaaaaddled
Ruby's Mom, when she was a young lady,
hitchhiked from her home to Banff
and worked there for a while.
Those were the days.
Tomorrow, we head back home.
Awwwwwww!
Eh, what the heck…
Futility and I are on a first name bases.
8:00; 2; Tour bus disgorgement; 5-Guys; cookies; “pie”
I’ll have to look over the pictures later on when I have access to a decent monitor.
Coming up: Home again, home again...
Jiggity-jog