Feeling obligated, or at least in some compelled to write something here, it's been a while. Montreal is a beautiful city... So I've heard. I havn't really seen a lot of it, spending most of my time partying and sleeping very late. Now for example, having rolled out of bed and eaten my breakfast: it's after 1pm. La vie est belle. The one touristy thinge I have done is jump on the subway out to the Olympic stadium and the biodome. The Olympic stadium couldn't feel any more like what it is: a massive facility built to accommodate thousands of people in the early 70's: now basically abandoned. The biodome is nice, an indoor animal habitat, but it is remarkably like the one I saw in Houston. Pretty much identical really. I have met some really cool people at this hostel and have been having some good times. Loads of pictures (to be added when accessible. and random drunken anecdotes; ask me sometime. For now, its getting on a bit in the day, at least 1:30 by now and it's time to go back to bed. Later kiddlets.

Last day at harvard. Heading up to Montreal in the morning. This is where things will start to get interesting. I have heard many things about this city, and the trend is for the info to involve debauchery to some extent. Doesn't sound like my kind of place at all.

My diet here is getting interesting, thanks to my friends at Bruegger's (TM) I have been inspired to adopt a jewish style cuisine. Bagels are seriously underrated. This is my favorite concoction to date: a basic omlette, tomato and black pepper on a cream cheesed bagel. Doesn't look too bad eh? (Like that? I'm practicing for Canada)

Boston, not for much longer... Jumped on a bus to New York on thursday and just a few short hours (9) later I was at Sam Dicker's place in Long Island. Most of my time there was spent watching movies, playing video games and hitting a few dingers down at the driving range. While I did hit a few decent balls, no one will be surprised to hear I suck at golf. Went to see a Mets game on Saturday night, man that was slow, between the rain, the field prep and the '86 Mets lineup reunion thing, I was semi-suicidal by the time the game started. My experience in Houston was just a tad more lively.


Sunday morning it was time to go; Dan Dicker offered me a ride to the Bus Station in China Town, it was good to see New York from a non-public transport perspective; of course cuddling up to Sam's dad is not without its merits.

Getting Amy from the airport worked out well and carrying 50kg of luggage on the subway is always a good laugh. Pity about the housing situation though. The rest of Amy's housemates arrived and were less than impressed with their situation. Despite her's being the worst room, Amy is far from being the primary instigator of the unrest. The result is that they are going to break their lease and each find alternative accommodations. This hasn't exactly brought out the best in people and Amy is a little stressed out right now. Poor little (homeless) chook.

Sunday night we all went out for a meal/drinks at Cambridge Common. It was an informal meet and greet for LLM students here at Harvard. It was a little difficult for me at times to explain what I was doing there but generally everyone seemed nice, I just had to try the conversation away from law whenever I could. Between us; Amy and I easily drank as much (if not more) than the entire group (about 16). We be representin' Down Unda. Aiiight.

Camp is behind me now. It was such a mess and it all still seems very suspicious. On one level I really want to know what happened but on another, probably a smarter level, I want to just move forward. I have been in Boston for eight days now. Living in my sister's apartment. Two of her housmates have already moved in: a married couple from China, Frank and Angela. I randomly end up in long discussions with Frank about some strange things. Language, Religion... The Crusades?

I have been filling my time with movies and the gym mostly. Trying to sort out my time in Canada is yielding few results so I am leaning towards leaving that for when I am actually there. Place to stay in Montreal might be a good idea... should get on that.

Rachael and Adrien came down from camp a few days ago. It was good to see them again. Rachael is a wonderful person and I hope I get to see her again sometime. Adrien hadn't pulled all summer so we decided to head out to a gay bar near Fenway Park. It was a bit of a laugh. Eventually Rachael got kicked out for having alcohol. She litterally held my beer for 10 seconds while I was trying to fix my camera, that girl must have been stalking her or something I swear. We didn't particularly mind, the night was coming to an end anyway.

At this stage the plan is to head to New York tomorrow and stay for about 3 nights. Amy gets in on Sunday and I am going to help her get into her place and settled. Then it's up to Canada and looking for work. Little nervous about that. I hope I don't end up blowing too much money before I get settled.

All good things must come to an end. Preferably not having involved the state troopers. Here I am in Boston 12 days early. I have been fired. All summer long I have been buying alcohol for the other counsellors as have many other over 21yo's. On this occaision however, that alcohol made it to campers, and a lot of them and now the shit has really hit the fan. To be honest I don't know if I'm a fugitive or not, the camp is obligated by law to report this to the police. My plans are now all messed up and I don't know what to do. I don't even know if i should stay in the country. Wish me luck kids...

Here we are at the end. Camp is winding up, kids leave in a week and everything is quiet in The Realm. Glad but sad. Green and White is over, and The Mighty White Pirates emerge victorious. Here is our fearless captain Geoff Cox putting in all his intensity, I have quite a collection of intense faces but I won't put them all on here, hilarious as they might be.
Being on the white team, white paint supplies were short, like my attempt at warpaint using suncream and baby powder? I heard the phrase "what the fuck is wrong with you?" several times that day, but I wore it proudly. The tug of war was a tie which was shameful, we had so much more weight on our team it was absolutely abysmal not to completely kick the other team's ass, but no, it was a tie, virtually no movement from the starting line.

Now as things wind up I set my sights elsewhere, following camp I will be headed down to boston to help my sister settle in at Harvard and wish her a happy birthday. Then it is on to Canada to commence my great job search, wish me luck kids: I'm going to need it.