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I’d apologize for the delay, but I purposely put off writing about last night’s adventures because I thought that a sleep-deprived entry would be more humorous to read. Also, I had a busy day.

This entire week, I have wanted to go on an adventure. So, last night, once we had all congregated at my house, we started bouncing around ideas for something to do (note: we are, in some respects, a bit like a company — I doubt many other groups of friends sit around and brainstorm before doing something). By the time we had come up with something, it was nearly 9 PM (Til I Come), which made our stupid adventure not only more stupid, but more adventurous. We had decided to drive…to New Brunswick.

For those of you who are fortunate enough to not be familiar with the local terrain, New Brunswick is about three hours that way (I assure you, I’m pointing in the correct direction), and moreover, the weather last night wasn’t particularly great. We headed out onto the highway in two cars (John and Janet in John’s car; Steve, Keddy and I in Steve’s) and proceded to advent (assuming that is what one does whilst adventuring — I’m using a lot of parenthesis, aren’t I?). Although the weather cleared up somewhere between the airport and Truro, they got worse again quite quickly. By 10:30, we were at the toll highway and well on our way to hitting the Nova Scotia/New Brunswick border by 11 — giving us enough time to take a quick picture of the Bienvenue a Nouveau Brunswick and have Keddy home in time for him to get some sleep prior to his test the following morning. However, about ten or fifteen minutes past the toll highway, the weather got much, much worse, getting so foggy that we couldn’t even see the white lines on the pavement. So, we pulled over, I switched cars, and drove home. When Janet decided that, were she to hold in peeing any longer, she would explode, we started checking the exits for open gas stations. The one we finally found (Elmsdale, I think) led us to an Irving, where I rescued some guy from the horrible fate of losing his bank card. From there to home, it was pretty much smooth sailing. We got home around 12:36.

This morning, I got up and dragged Steve over to Halifax to help my dad move. Although he’d hired mover-guys (who were quite amusing, incidentally), speeding things up saved some money. The new place is nice, near James, and most likely built by the same people, since the interiors are very similar. I give it 3.5 stars.

This entry is currently 7 lines long (counting this one, and the title). Got to love text-mode text editors that don’t have line wrapping. Sigh. Anyway, I’m going to end the incoherency by sharing a new word that Steve invented today: corright. Think correct + right and you’ll pretty much be where he was. It’s not so complicated.