Hot Hot Hot!

Well on Friday we took off from the campsite like a bat out of hell… leaving for the same reasons. No trees or lakes for shelter, and lacking an AC unit, we made our return to the city. Hey, sleeping on the floor of an air-conditioned condo is better then waking up in a sauna. It’s been a bit of a heat wave this week, currently 35 degrees with a humidex in the 40s. I was trying to be hearty and downplay the heat, but by 9am Friday, I waved the white flag from under the awning, the only relatively cool place on site. We had a concert to attend Saturday anyways, Dog Days of Summer featuring Metric. Pack up for a weekend in the city, checking everything twice, and we were off. Don’t you hate that feeling when you know you’re forgetting something. Well Friday evening, it popped in my head: Where are the tickets?! I was going to double check the time the show started… Doh!! I remembered seeing the tickets on the trailer’s kitchen table. By the way, the doors opened at 3pm. It’s an hour drive between our displaced dwellings… I computed it to about $30 in fuel round trip. Concert ticket: $40 a piece. Friday night = traffic. Love the math. Elected to get up early Saturday morning to begin a long day. And the tickets were right on the kitchen table, only a box had been conveniently placed directly on top. Well we trek back to the city, Catherine had a doctor’s appointment. She has a tiny hole in her heart, she thought she was dying, so we (family) needed the doctor to talk her down for the rest of us to maintain our sanity. Cat likes to read health related websites and take things out of context, it will definitely be the worst case scenario in her mind. She’s ok, for now. 
Her and I, we go sample some beer just up from Fort York, the venue, while waiting for a couple friends also attending the show. At the gate, we are not permitted to take water in with us. It’s an oven outside, but they let us leave our partially frozen bottles at the gate. You can buy water in there for $3 a bottle. Hmmmm… can’t you just smell the stink of the promoters… anyways, we do go back for our water, the gatekeepers drank one of the bottles… you’re welcome for the nice cold one. Downed the remaining two. Fast forward, Metric put on a great show, live sounds like the CD, even better. We line out the gate, beat most of the crowd and then more problems. Cat is near falling over from a horrible headache, dizziness, Oh boy, the fun is over. A nice order of heat stroke, we slowly make it to a service station to replenish fluids before crashing back at her parents. I’m sure she will elaborate, for the meantime we are avoiding the sun’s wrath and enjoying cold air. That Escalade better come soon.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Bryans Journal

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