Had to go east for science geek business tomorrow.
So I took the Red-Eye 12 hours early, landed at Dorval at 7:30 in the morning...took the '747' bus into downtown Montreal and climbed the hill up past the Royal Vic and the MNI to see Bigger E. on her last weekend in residence.
It was a madhouse.
And melancholy in the extreme - at least for me. The kids themselves seemed to be pretty alright with it.
E. took me for a walk over to 'The Plateau' which is a hipster zone just Northeast of campus where she will be living with a bunch of kids next year in a chunk of kinda/sorta brownstone not far from the bright lights and happening scenes of St. Laurent.
Best of all though, we walked over to a little park with a bandstand with a chicken on top...Something to do with the history of the area apparently, and we played.
Not too long, and not too loud, but king-heckfire nice nonetheless.
Then we walked back to the residences, in through the backdoor past the Tam-Tams.
I helped her start packing (barely), and then left her to say real good-byes to all her new friends.
It really is a crazy, mixed-up world we live in.
Typing this out on the train to OttaWash....I highly recommend it...The train I mean....Ottawa, not so much (although that's only because it always means the worst kind of grant review nightmare work for me)...And for the record, I'm actually saving the folks I'm working for money...Flight cheaper to Dorval; Train on my dime, upfront...So don't be goin' fittin' me for no BOdaHorns, OK?