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Thanks to Nicola Ferguson and Cormac O' Reilly, who dug some romantic skeletons out of their closets for us.
"I was into perhaps my second or third cheap korean beer watching a world cup game with three of my soccer teammates including a person from Ghana, America and the good old U.K. in a slightly grimey little bar in S. Korea. The game was going excellent as Ghana was beating team america and were up 1-0 when she walked in.
Did I have an enormous crush on her. Yes of course, did I realize that I was actually in love with her. I don't know. I was a late bloomer by all accounts and had asked every single person I knew to tell me just what the hell it means or what it feels like. They all told me that I'd just know somehow which kind of annoyed me to be honest. I then googled it and it returned the same thing.
Anyways, she came into the bar and I tried very hard not to notice her. This was a little challenging as there were only five people in the bar. I already knew at this point that I really really liked her but for reasons but left unsaid (see shitty boyfriend who she's waiting around for to return) I couldn't really tell her and didn't want to show it. So when she came over to join us, I think I may have squeked a small hello and tried hard not to get lost in her eyes for fear that she'd somehow see that I no longer gave a shit about the world cup game or my other friends. I had grown really close to her over the summer and we had found ourselves in those bubbles where everything else doesn't register on a good couple of occasions by this point.
So she ended up taking residence at the end of the bar four persons away from me. Now, I've never actually told anyone about this before cause it was a fairly special moment for me. The rest of my friends were all watching the game while I couldn't do anything else but think about her. But something happened in the game that drew my attention away from her for a moment as Ghana had scored. So we celebrated and were all up cheering and clinking our glasses except for the American. When we all sat down again though and focused on the screen, I noticed from the corner of my eye that she was just looking at me and just smiling. And she just kept smiling for what seemed like a really long time. I knew at this moment she also liked me. It also gave me permission to finally let all those repressed feelings (due to her having a boyfriend) go wild.
My body felt really weird. I felt like I was hungry, but also full. I felt really high and not in a drug way. I felt like I was literally just high on life and also really drunk. I felt like I had to use to bathroom but not really. My jaw hurt from smiling. Basically, it was pure bliss, nirvana like. I couldn't really move. Love had me."
- Cormac
"A neighbour and a friend of mine, and a crush for sometime. He was cute smart and athletic, and I was a tom boy all to eager to impress. It was early one morning and I was getting ready for the bus, which picked us up at his house. As I am getting ready, he calls and asks me to come over about 10 minutes early for some reason or another. So out of the house I go, not even taking a look in the mirror, just grabbing my bag and going. When I get there, low and behold I had forgotten to rub in the face cream that I had put on my face earlier in my haste to get to the cute boy. He was very nice about telling me, however I felt a nice dark corner or hole would have been nice to hide in just for a little while. We stayed good friends for quite a while and that was about it, but sometimes a friendship is better than nothing at all."
- Nicola
Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Episode 2 - March 13 "Roadtrips"
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I got two great stories for this week's show from Kelly, Tanya, and Steph. They were kind enough to share tales of their roadtrips past.
"Like most university students, I spent most of my time in school barely eking out an existence while paying my tuition. As such, in my four years there, whenever reading week came around, I was one of the jealous yearners who watched as my wealthier (or at least better-funded) friends took off to Cancun for the week. In my last year, my good friend Steph and I decided that we'd make our own fun on the few hundred bucks we'd managed to scrounge together from part-time work slinging coffee. And what fun can you have for $400 for a few days? Two words: road trip.
We filled Steph's rusty old Toyota with snacks and some extra clothes, bought a disposable camera to capture the fun, and took off down the road with a map and a sense of adventure. We headed south and made our first stop in Hardisty, where Steph's parents lived, to say hi and get a nice, home-made meal on our way. As we discussed our non-plan for the trip, Steph's dad took out a brochure he'd recently received about visiting all the "big" things across Alberta--the pysanka in Vegreville, the Mundare sausage, etc. Never before had we realized how much huge crap Albertans had erected in their small towns! We found a couple of places on the map that were on our route, and made our way first to Donalda, home of the world's largest lamp. Pulling up to the town's main street, we burst out laughing in realization that the lamp we had envisioned--pull cord, bulb and maybe a fancy shade--wasn't the giant steel oil lamp in front of us. We took photos with it, then trekked down to the Donalda oil lamp museum (yes, a museum dedicated to lamps) which the corner store owner had to go unlock for us, as we were its only visitors that day.
From there, we headed south to Drumheller to run around the giant T-rex (Albertosaurus?), although we were too skinflint to pay to climb him. We stayed the night at a classy Best Western, which turned into a side project to find a place that rented movies, but that's another story for a non PG-rated day.The next day we visited the Royal Tyrrell museum, mucked about with the hoodoos and started driving back home to Edmonton. Along the way, we stopped in abandoned farmhouses, left to rot in the middle of fields, and searched for treasures or at least signs of the lives that were once there.
Back home, I turned in our disposable camera to print off all the photos that we could then show off to all those bozos who thought a trip to Mexico was cool. Unfortunately, we never got the chance, as all our precious photos were lost by the imbecile teenaged photo techie who exposed the film when he opened the camera. But we'll always have the memories."
- Kelly
"So I was on my way to Vancouver to see the White Stripes play with 2 friends. We left Edmonton at midnight, to arrive in Vancouver by early afternoon the next day. By the time daylight was beginning to make its way through the mountains, we were into a full-on delirium. Jokes that aren’t funny were the funniest things we had ever heard. During this point in the trip, I stated to my friend that if a moose comes out on the road, the safest thing to do is to floor it and drive through the moose as fast as possible. This was the worst and most bizarre idea he had ever heard and became a running joke for the next five years. We actually had to pull over the car to the side of the highway because we were laughing so hard that we couldn’t keep the car moving in a straight line. Again – not actually a very funny thing to say now, but at the time it was HILARIOUS.
I got two great stories for this week's show from Kelly, Tanya, and Steph. They were kind enough to share tales of their roadtrips past.
"Like most university students, I spent most of my time in school barely eking out an existence while paying my tuition. As such, in my four years there, whenever reading week came around, I was one of the jealous yearners who watched as my wealthier (or at least better-funded) friends took off to Cancun for the week. In my last year, my good friend Steph and I decided that we'd make our own fun on the few hundred bucks we'd managed to scrounge together from part-time work slinging coffee. And what fun can you have for $400 for a few days? Two words: road trip.
We filled Steph's rusty old Toyota with snacks and some extra clothes, bought a disposable camera to capture the fun, and took off down the road with a map and a sense of adventure. We headed south and made our first stop in Hardisty, where Steph's parents lived, to say hi and get a nice, home-made meal on our way. As we discussed our non-plan for the trip, Steph's dad took out a brochure he'd recently received about visiting all the "big" things across Alberta--the pysanka in Vegreville, the Mundare sausage, etc. Never before had we realized how much huge crap Albertans had erected in their small towns! We found a couple of places on the map that were on our route, and made our way first to Donalda, home of the world's largest lamp. Pulling up to the town's main street, we burst out laughing in realization that the lamp we had envisioned--pull cord, bulb and maybe a fancy shade--wasn't the giant steel oil lamp in front of us. We took photos with it, then trekked down to the Donalda oil lamp museum (yes, a museum dedicated to lamps) which the corner store owner had to go unlock for us, as we were its only visitors that day.
From there, we headed south to Drumheller to run around the giant T-rex (Albertosaurus?), although we were too skinflint to pay to climb him. We stayed the night at a classy Best Western, which turned into a side project to find a place that rented movies, but that's another story for a non PG-rated day.The next day we visited the Royal Tyrrell museum, mucked about with the hoodoos and started driving back home to Edmonton. Along the way, we stopped in abandoned farmhouses, left to rot in the middle of fields, and searched for treasures or at least signs of the lives that were once there.
Back home, I turned in our disposable camera to print off all the photos that we could then show off to all those bozos who thought a trip to Mexico was cool. Unfortunately, we never got the chance, as all our precious photos were lost by the imbecile teenaged photo techie who exposed the film when he opened the camera. But we'll always have the memories."
- Kelly
"So I was on my way to Vancouver to see the White Stripes play with 2 friends. We left Edmonton at midnight, to arrive in Vancouver by early afternoon the next day. By the time daylight was beginning to make its way through the mountains, we were into a full-on delirium. Jokes that aren’t funny were the funniest things we had ever heard. During this point in the trip, I stated to my friend that if a moose comes out on the road, the safest thing to do is to floor it and drive through the moose as fast as possible. This was the worst and most bizarre idea he had ever heard and became a running joke for the next five years. We actually had to pull over the car to the side of the highway because we were laughing so hard that we couldn’t keep the car moving in a straight line. Again – not actually a very funny thing to say now, but at the time it was HILARIOUS.
That’s the thing about road trips – you get so crazy being trapped in that small space that memories and inside jokes are invented all the time.
Like the time I drove to the fiance’s grandparent’s, when I met his brother for the first time and he puked out the side of the car. For Christmas, myself, the fiancé, his Mom and his Brother were driving the 4 hours in -40 through rural Alberta. Now, the day began early and the Brother was recovering from a work Christmas party the night before. “Hi Brad, I’m Stephanie, nice to meet you.” “uhhhh…. Hi…” He fell asleep in the car, only to awake an hour later with the urge to throw up. His mom pulled over the car so that he could let it out. I was still trying to make a good impression, so I didn’t laugh too hard at that point, but inside I as dying it was so hilarious. Nothing like first impressions. And I have totally made fun of him for it since. Nothing is funny like puking in awkward scenarios."
- Steph
"Hour 30 something finds us somewhere in the backwoods of Ontario, Wawa a few hours in the rearview mirror. A 3:00am stop that left us with a tank full of gas that had better be powerful enough to justify being 25 cents/litre more expensive than anywhere else we’ve stopped since we left Edmonton, and empty pockets from the gas station’s complete lack of ATM and debit machines. A quick drive through the town teases our hankering for a giant cup of coffee with a brightly lit doughnut shop that doesn’t open for another two hours. The Wall has been looping on the tape deck since Winnipeg, and when the boys leave the car for a quick bathroom break, I jimmy the button that breaks the player. Now I can either admit my deceit and turn back on the Pink Floyd, or accept the strange country techno playing on the only radio station we can pick up.
In the passenger seat, my ears are bleeding from the music, my ass is numb from this many hours of driving with only the most necessary of stops, and my brain is numb from a combination of flashing Canadian scenery and heavy duty medication from having my wisdom teeth pulled only five hours before climbing into the car. Nothing pushes you to keep driving like having your ex-boyfriend of two days stretched across the back seat of your ’89 Oldsmobile. Or in this case, pushes you to keep someone else driving.
And then, just as we’re reaching the end of that thinly clutched shiny strand of consciousness, bright yellow waves of salvation peek over the edge of the horizon. Ah, breakfast, bathrooms, and most importantly coffee. Standing at the brightly coloured counter of straws, napkins, and vats of ketchup, I watch as hands rip packet after packet after packet of sugar to dump into the thick, black sludge that, at this point, is an acceptable substitute for caffeine. Climbing back into the car, the sugar buzz begins to kick in. We pull back onto the long stretch of asphalt cutting through the Canadian Shield. From the driver’s seat, my cousin chuckles “That is the ugliest horse I have ever seen.” I lean forward to look around him at the large, brown animal trudging through the ditch. Over the rim of the coffee cup, my eyes shift between his face and the ‘horse’. “Dude, that’s a moose.”"
- Tanya
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
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