Greetings from New Brunswick
Hey everyone. Well, I was all set to post a long blog relating the events of the past couple days, and then the web browser decided to refresh the page. That irritated me quite a bit. But, in an act of protest, I'm going to try my best to do it again. So here it goes.
Right now, I'm using a computer in the library of Fredricton, New Brunswick, Canada. Yes, we've been making lots of "New Brunswick" jokes and yes, they are only funny to us. Yet, it keeps us amused and that's the important part.
So, we left at 7:30 pm on Saturday to head up to Pictou, Nova Scotia for our first show. By early morning, we were driving through the middle of nowhere, Maine, and the rising sun and dense white fog made it a pretty, yet slightly taxing drive. There were also plenty of moose crossing signs, which worried me a bit. We didn't see any moose, although I really would like to see one at some point. Then again, I'd much rather avoid hitting one above all else, so I'll gladly stick with not seeing on if that's what it takes.
By about 7:30 am, we were at the Canadian border. By some big coincidence, the We're all Broken dudes were right ahead of us going through customs. After showing our IDs, filling out some paperwork, and paying some taxes and duties, we were legally allowed in Canada. We have a plan for next time that involves Mountain Dew Pitch Black and a kayak, but that's for next time.
Regardless, we were in a new country. Since we were all pretty exhausted from the long drive, we treated ourselves to some food (A@W root bear and Quizno's) and then proceeded to drive to Pictou. If my memory serves me right, Pictou is a smaller fishing town, separated from the mainland by a 7 mile causeway. Maguire and I agreed that it reminded us a lot of a small New England fishing town. We all enjoyed some surprisingly decent Canadian pizza, and I made the first foray into one of the many new flavors of potato chips: Roast Chicken. We all agreed that they were pretty good and tasted a lot like stove top stuffing.
The show itself was good, and despite being very tired, I think we all pulled through and had fun. Afterwards, we went to our new friend Dylan's house to stay with him and his Mom. It turned out that they run a gravel business on their property. They also live in a trailer, and consequently, couldn't really fit us inside. So, most of us had to camp it up for the night. It was all well and good though. We were also so beat from the long drive and we at least got the chance to finally get some rest. In the morning, Dylan gave Greg and me a tour of the operation. He even ran some of the machines. It was like an episode of "Extreme Machines" but in real life.
From there, it was off on the road again. We stopped by the Tim Horton's for some breakfast and undersized coffees, and then proceeded to drive to Saint John. Saint John was more urban and more interesting than Pictou. As soon as we got to the show, Paul and his wife Karen had some pasta waiting for us. The show itself was a blast, and afterwards I got even more Canadian pizza. After the show, we wound up caravanning to the beach to hangout and crash. Wait, are we even aloud to sleep on the beach here? I'll admit, getting arrested in a foreign country is certainly something I wish to avoid. Well, it turned into us sleeping in the dirt parking lot, and, after PJ had a pleasant conversation with a police officer, everything seemed to be in order. As entertainment for the night, some of the dudes rode the ferry across the river and were even aloud into the "authorized personnel only" area. To top it off, I think the captain let PJ drive it. How does that happen? I don't know, but it did, and I'm sure it was awesome.
So the sleeping worked out pretty well, that is until it started pouring. PJ and Greg were outside and they got woken up, wet, and pretty pissed off. Well, I give them credit for toughing it out; it was a pretty bad deal. In an effort to do something other than be uncomfortable, we decided to start the drive and possibly get some food along the way. After a stop for gas and at a supermarket, we made it to Fredricton, New Brunswick. Of course, more "New Brunswick" jokes ensued and were generally silly. PJ decided to blow a few more Z's in the van, and other 3 of us started off to find some food. We eventually decided on a pretty cool place, and I got a breakfast the was somehow both English and French. It was a lot of food, and I was happy about that.
Then, with a little help from the friendly townspeople, we made it over to the library. The library was pretty serious, but then again, maybe that's were the 11% sales tax goes. I sure hope so, because it seems pretty worth it.
And the about does it for now. I'm glad I got to repost, even if it was bothersome. I'll try to post again if the opportunity presents itself. Until then.






