Flyin home(r)

Here's a line you may be familiar with:

"D'oh."

"A dear."

"A female dear."

I got back from Van. I finally got to see Sarah and attend my first very large, very Italian Catholic wedding. There was food aplenty, ample alcohol and a musical melange till the early hours of the morning.

I was around more people in three days then I was for the past three months in Kitimat. It was as though I was in a sort of social prison and I had been given a weekend pass. I said sort of...anything but a prison environment up here, it's just bustles so, like a kaleidoscope of activity, bubbling and fizzing like a freshly-poured carbonated drink.
Alright. Enough with the metaphors. I had a great time and got to take in a completely different lifestyle for three days.

On a side note, I am working my way through (with pleasure) the fifth and sixth season of Sex and the City. I didn't have the chance to watch them before school ended and I have, so far, found it to be the perfect cure for the mid-summer blahs in this chapter of 'Life in a Northern Town.'