Karma

hadriel and I made excellent time getting to Edmonton. She got off work and we hit the highway. I then proceeded to ignore some or all of the Highway Traffic Act. Average speed was ever so slightly above the posted speed limit pretty much the whole way.

We've checked into the Met and hadriel gets a phone call from her mom checking up on us. Turns out there was a major accident on the highway just north of the city and it's down to one lane. The powers that be are warning everyone to expect four to five hour delays.

If we were unlucky, we'd have been stuck in that. If we were spectacularly unlucky, we'd have been part of the accident.

But we're here, and now we just have to get in touch with nosarious so we can hang.

Jonesing

Wednesday after SCA council a bunch of us decided to go to the Cat and Fiddle pub. I hadn't eaten yet, so I figured this was as good a place as any.

We order the food from the Paris Hilton look-alike who was our waitress and then we waited. And waited. And waited. For about an hour.

What I ordered was the Montreal smoked meat sandwich. I hadn't had one in a long time so it sounded good. Now picture in you mind the ideal Montreal Smoked Meat sandwich. What I got was as far away from that as you could get and technically still be a Montreal smoked meat sandwich.

They got the rye bread right. They put some tomatoes on it, and some lettuce. For the meat there was but a single slice - this was their first sin. They slathered it with mayo. Not dijon mustard, not even regular mustard. Mayonnaise. This was their second sin.

So yeah, here I am in Edmonton jonesing for a real Montreal smoked meat sandwich. Perhaps tomorrow when I'm at the mall.