[NON BLOG] Holiday Report
Dec. 27th, 2004 10:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldThursday afternoon, I headed out with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tudor_rose. First stop was the Queen Elizabeth Hospital, to see nire_nagaf. It was good to see her; we all should look so well after surgery. I'm afraid that I made her laugh (and to confirm, no, I am not getting a webcam). An hour later I left with tudor_rose for downtown Charlottetown, first to kill time at her rather nice apartment then to go out gift-shopping at the Charlottetown Mall (I should have done that in Toronto, but hey).
Later that evening, I met up with Stephen at the Timothy's on Kent Street for a chat, then walked over totudor_rose's place. We were too early by far at seven o'clock, and neither of us had purchased any liquor; so, we left, picking up the requisite alcoholic beverages and mixer drinks, then heading to his place to watch the Angel episode "The Bachelor Party" off his Season 1 DVD.
The party itself was rather fun. It was good to meet up with everyone and to talk--lostmuskrat about the benefits of Gaullism, the ambiguities of Canadian defense policies, with teridian about jobs and the ongoing subversion of Upper Canada by Atlantic Canadian "migrants," G. about our respective writing enterprises, choreo_m and london_calling and and and about all matters possible. The party departed for St. James Gate, a bar opened in the past year on Kent Street in the shell of the former Home Hardware building. My fragment of the party ended up dissolving around 3:30, with my taxi return home.
I did my shopping, such as it was, in downtown Charlottetown after a successful visit to my bank Friday afternoon. The Confederation Court Mall seems, from my inexpert survey, to be going downhill; the hollowing-out of the downtown continues, it seems, despite the incentives it receives via summer tourism. I chatted for a half-hour with the owners-operators of The Book Emporium about my career plans and the Canadian bookselling industry before achieving the last of my purchases, for my parents and my sister and V. I was a bit disappointed that we didn't go to midnight mass at St. Dunstan's Cathedral that night, although only a bit since that let me stay up until one o'clock watching television. Have I mentioned that I've watched very little television since last August?
Christmas Day was enjoyable, between the giving and the getting and the visits paid by various relatives over Christmas Dinner. It was exhausting, though.
Departing the Island and Atlantic Canada the next day began easily enough, with a quick and easy car ride to the nice Greater Moncton International Airport. Most unfortunately, Canjet flight 551 ended up being five hours late. Granted that I managed to get some blogging work done in the interim, this was aggravating, as was the poor communication by the flight crew, as was the late arrival, as was the halting delivery of our luggage (and so on, and so forth). Don't fly Canjet.
And now I'm back.
tudor_rose. First stop was the Queen Elizabeth Hospital, to see nire_nagaf. It was good to see her; we all should look so well after surgery. I'm afraid that I made her laugh (and to confirm, no, I am not getting a webcam). An hour later I left with tudor_rose for downtown Charlottetown, first to kill time at her rather nice apartment then to go out gift-shopping at the Charlottetown Mall (I should have done that in Toronto, but hey).Later that evening, I met up with Stephen at the Timothy's on Kent Street for a chat, then walked over to
tudor_rose's place. We were too early by far at seven o'clock, and neither of us had purchased any liquor; so, we left, picking up the requisite alcoholic beverages and mixer drinks, then heading to his place to watch the Angel episode "The Bachelor Party" off his Season 1 DVD.The party itself was rather fun. It was good to meet up with everyone and to talk--
lostmuskrat about the benefits of Gaullism, the ambiguities of Canadian defense policies, with teridian about jobs and the ongoing subversion of Upper Canada by Atlantic Canadian "migrants," G. about our respective writing enterprises, choreo_m and london_calling and and and about all matters possible. The party departed for St. James Gate, a bar opened in the past year on Kent Street in the shell of the former Home Hardware building. My fragment of the party ended up dissolving around 3:30, with my taxi return home.I did my shopping, such as it was, in downtown Charlottetown after a successful visit to my bank Friday afternoon. The Confederation Court Mall seems, from my inexpert survey, to be going downhill; the hollowing-out of the downtown continues, it seems, despite the incentives it receives via summer tourism. I chatted for a half-hour with the owners-operators of The Book Emporium about my career plans and the Canadian bookselling industry before achieving the last of my purchases, for my parents and my sister and V. I was a bit disappointed that we didn't go to midnight mass at St. Dunstan's Cathedral that night, although only a bit since that let me stay up until one o'clock watching television. Have I mentioned that I've watched very little television since last August?
Christmas Day was enjoyable, between the giving and the getting and the visits paid by various relatives over Christmas Dinner. It was exhausting, though.
Departing the Island and Atlantic Canada the next day began easily enough, with a quick and easy car ride to the nice Greater Moncton International Airport. Most unfortunately, Canjet flight 551 ended up being five hours late. Granted that I managed to get some blogging work done in the interim, this was aggravating, as was the poor communication by the flight crew, as was the late arrival, as was the halting delivery of our luggage (and so on, and so forth). Don't fly Canjet.
And now I'm back.
