Retour au Québec.

Since I moved back to la belle province exactly 2 years to the day that I left for TO, the Québec government classifies me as a "Retour au Québec" person. (It's supposed to be a laissez-passer for all the bureaucracy and inefficiencies...NOT)

Because the summer fun is gone...time to get my life in order.

I realized as I tried to do things like get my license plates...that this is one hella inefficient province. Roads suck too! I think my vertebrae are all screwed up as a result of the bumpy rides to work...sigh!

So I ignore the inconveniences for as long as I can and then I escape.

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Thought process:
My knee hurts. I feel like a drink. Whiskey? Wonder what R is up to...

At that very moment ~ (alert sound on msn)
R: hope you're there.
R: wanna go out for drinks?

Crickey! is that freaky timing!!!!!!!!!!

I'm sure his thought process was something like:
WHISKEY = Whiskey café = classy joint = need classy sophisticated hot gurrll = call m!

Message for R: sorry it didn't happen. Promise the next time I call it will be for you to have the honour of buying me drinks. You're the best off-season friend ever.