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October 27, 2003
The Healer
You may think I'm drunk, but I'm not. I'm just in a grand mood. So put those thoughts to one side and just lay back and enjoy the ride.
I just got back from a long weekend in Germany. Right now I'm monkeying with the pictures I took in preparation for posting them on the internet for the edification of you, my gentle reader.
The picture above, however, has been lurking on my camera since 9:40 am, the 26th of August, 2003 and has only a very slight connection with Germany; the man in the picture is of German extraction. He's a good friend of mine by the name of Russel and he and his delectable bride came to visit in August as part of their whirlwind honeymoon tour of Europe. Ah what fun they had! What gorgeous weather! The missed flights! The all night bus ride to Manchester! The five hour pause in Birmingham in the middle of the night! I wish I'd had a proper honeymoon.
I was MC at their wedding. I wore an orange shirt. I got people's names wrong.
The reason I named this entry "The Healer" was in tribute to the newly married Rusty. He hates blues music and I am currently listening to the "Healer" himself, Robert Lee Hooker. Hee! Hee! If he ever reads this, he'll be so mad! I'm such a cheeky little devil. I love me.
Went to a John Lee Hooker concert in Vancouver once. Something interesting happened there (aside from Mr. Hooker being absolutely mesmerising) but I can't remember what it is. I think I went with Ken who was also at Rusty's wedding and is a man who does love the blues. Me, I go through periods of craving. Like tonight.
Ken was my copilot on my epic blind date to Halifax in 1993. In brief, I had a thing for this particular young lady. She attempted to distract me with tales of her housemate in Halifax (the other side of Canada from where we were working). I entered into correspondence with the housemate. We hit it off, postally speaking. Then, at the end of the treeplanting season, I bought a 1976 Peugeot from a friend for $200, a bottle of wine, some bubblegum, and a package of condoms (size Large). And then Ken and I drove more than 3000 miles over the course of three weeks so that I could go on a date with my postal poopsie.
Sadly, however, upon our arrival, we discovered she was in a mental institution.
But enough of that. Getting off topic. Must focus. Back from Berlin. Posting photos. Mentioning Rusty and Heidi in passing. The Healer. John Lee Hooker...
I'm kicking myself for mentioning the Healer now. I'm a bit uncomfortable with some aspects of the blogging phenomenom. In particular, the desire some bloggers have to document what albums they're listening to, what books they're reading, what toilet paper they're using, what flavour of condoms they prefer. (I mean, who doesn't use flavoured condoms? Be honest!)
Anyway, here's a lovely picture of Heidi wearing St. Paul's as a hat. Berlin coming up shortly.
Posted by YandaMan at October 27, 2003 9:32 PM
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