My last post, by the way, was not a jab at American tourists, just the occasional pain-in-the-ass person in general.
Day after Canada day. I worked it. It is kind of fun driving through crowds of people with a charging, 2600 pound shire mare. Perverse, but fun. To not tempt fate too much, we shut down well before the fireworks. I wove through the melee drunk on my cruiser bike instead, and I was twice as dangerous doing that.
I'm hired for the Pride Parade tomorrow. Then I'm going hiking for two days. Yep, rough life.
Cheerio.
Day after Canada day. I worked it. It is kind of fun driving through crowds of people with a charging, 2600 pound shire mare. Perverse, but fun. To not tempt fate too much, we shut down well before the fireworks. I wove through the melee drunk on my cruiser bike instead, and I was twice as dangerous doing that.
I'm hired for the Pride Parade tomorrow. Then I'm going hiking for two days. Yep, rough life.
Cheerio.
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It's odd... I work for an outfitter... a major one, at that... and it's hard for me to find a decent girl who knows what crampons are, let alone actually want to go hiking.