Lasangas Hangin

Strong Effort

Greg Fry said "Let's go to a hockey game.

Go Hockey With Metrick Part I

Hey Metrick! Let's watch hockey. We have Greg Fry a Liverpool Hockey hero from the roaring 90s. And aKi, who had never seen a game or a hockey fight until that day. Brian the Lingley sticking hotdogs in his fat face. And Metrick. Thanks for the snacks, Metrick. He bought seven or eight dogs.

Go Hockey With Metrick Part II

Watching hockey with Metrick. Leah and her dad, Frank.

The Moose Is Loose

Through some insane luck, the Halifax Mooseheads actually beat the Cape Breton Screaming Eagles 6-4. Guess what... they clearly weren't the better team. But the Halifax Forum was awash in a din of excitement.

PSP

Patrick kept talking about how he didn't want to play Vice City Stories, and yet he did for 20 minutes or so. There was a lot of arguing of shooting Jagermister. I know Leah and I did, and I can't remember if Patrick agreed or not.

Foggin' For It

On the drive to the airport, Patrick told me about how many studies were done around Nova Scotia to choose the spot to build the Halifax International where there was the least fog. However, after clearing away the trees they found it was now the foggiest area because all the natural trees had been cleared.
Thanks to this brilliance, our flight was delayed due to fog for about five hours. As a result, we would miss the only connecting flight to Tokyo from Toronto for that day. Would they put us up in a hotel? Well, no. They claimed that the fog wasn't their fault (although Patrick's story argues against that) and that we'd have to make our own arrangements or sleep at the airport. Could we get our bags back and go to Halifax for another day? No. The bags had already been packed on the grounded plane. What a big bad bag of salamander piss.

Welcome to Toronto... Ot No Rot (Ought not to Rot)

Toronto Airport makes me want to kick and scream. I've been inconvienced there before. Air Canada did everything they could to live up to their reputation. They decided to send our luggage to the terminal where we'd missed our connecting flight, knowing damn well we'd missed the flight anyway, so it took a couple more hours getting the bags back. What a load of shit. Anyway, I called my uncle William and he seemed very interested in letting Aki and I invade his abode for 20 hours to refresh before continuting the debaucle to Tokyo tommorow.

Scratch and Win

William and Dana seem to be in the habit of preparing everything from scratch. We ate a fantastic pot roast, Willian then proceeded to make double chocolate chip cookies and the next morning there was freshly squeezed juice and pancakes with (what else) homemade maple syrup. The visit was a culinary triumph.

Team William

William's army/family. They were very good to put us up for the night. At my left is Christopher, Dana, Yvonne, Sage, Ashley, vincent and William.

I Hate Toronto Airport

But I do like this fluidic sculpture.

Priorities

I knew I was back in Japan. Unusual signs abound, and customer service staff were genuinely polite. Too bad I forgot my friggin' cell phone on Court Street. Better luck next Christmas. Although... mark my words, the next time I come across the Pacific Ocean, I'm staying there. I'd had enough of this Air Canada bullshit.

Merry Christmas, boys and girls!