Well for those of you who still check-in on this severely undernourished and near- dead blog (Mom, Dad, and Court) I thought I'd drop in for a quick hello.
The weather has been pretty crappy here for the past month in a bit - not that it matters though as I haven't been going out very much anyways. Beach season is over though. 1 month was just a tease. Since my trip to Japan I've been busy at work during the day and playing Nintendo by night - Blake went to Thailand a week and a bit ago and she lent me her Nintendo PSP (a much cooler and far awesomer version of the black and white Gameboy from time forgotten) so I have been busy playing that all the time - better than playing with myself though right papa!?
On a much more important note a day I've been waiting for (and dreading) for months is fast approaching. My BFF (best friend forever) Court will be arriving this Monday evening at 8:40pm and will be sleeping safely in my arms minutes later. This is of course assuming he doesn't fall victim to any number of these possible scenarios:
1- Terrorists. We know they're out there and are just itching to launch a personal attack on a guy who can eat more Swiss Chalet in one sitting than professional porn star Ron Jeremy can at an all-you-can-eat taco stand.
2- Deep vein thrombosis. A potentially deadly (and I do mean deadly) complication that can arise from mixing a dangerous cocktail of high pressure altitudes for a long period of time, lots of sitting with a spritz of bad luck. If Court doesn't do several dozen exercises over the dozen or so hours he will be 30,000 feet in the air (like me on Mt.Fuji) forget being safely in my arms Monday night, he will be tucked securely into an American Airlines body bag (size extra sweet!)
3- His mother. Theres a good chance his mom will drug him at the last possible minute and put him back into her basement in Thornhill where he rightfully belongs. "Korea my motherly ass" will be her parting words to the drugged and home-bound Courtenay-Maurice.
4- My love. Seeing him at the airport will be like being reunited with a long lost family member, most likely resulting in me crying hysterically and hugging him to death.
Anyways I still remember the mixture of excitement and panic when he suddenly informed me that his parents had actually gotten him a ticket to my part of the world. It hurt that at the time I was incredibly lonely and had to wait over 4 motnhs for his arrival, but now with less than 2 days until his arrival I'm experiencing a variety of emotions. Will he still think I'm his hero? Will we still be able to disucss the same movie anecdotes we always disucss for hours on end, fascinating onnly ourselves? Will we end up getting so drunk one night that I run the risk of waking up in his parents basement in Canada, my mom standing sternly over me with pepto bismol in her clenched fist?
There's the excitement that we'll be able to do a million things here that we never dreamed of 4 years ago (explore the Great Wall of China, find the infamous schoolgirl pantie machine in Japan) and panic of spending 2 weeks joined at the hip. Sleeping together (well, in the same room), traveling together (China, Korea, Japan), eating together (McDonalds anyone?), drinking together ('nuff said), going to the washroom together (squat toilets are a 2-man effort even for the strongest thighed).
Courts asked me to make a sign for him with his name on it which I have yet to do. Since this country seems to be void of glitter and construction paper I'll have to make due with magic markers and creativity.
Our first night will most likely be spent (should he not die mid-flight) walking around my neighborhood catching up, showing him the famous Haeundae beach and forcing him to go to sleep early to not become ill like I did, thereby avoiding showering my place with anxious Canadian-brewed fecal matter. Our 2nd day, should he wake up okay and not have died in his sleep (deep vein thrombosis, where a life-threatening clot can form and suddenly dislodge days later clogging a main artery - choking away precious life) will most likely see Court watching Korean TV all day while drinking copious amounts of Coca-Cola, anxiously awaiting my return home from work. That 2nd night we'll probably go out for samgetang (remember that chicken in a bowl from so many months ago?) as it'll be good for recovery.
After that, new dinner everyday - busy mornings, busy evenings - China from Saturday Sep.22 until Wednesday the 26th - Japan a couple of days later (with a possible side trip to Nagasaki) and then he gets his ass (should it not be decomposing in some random Korean morgue) back to Canada!
Have a safe trip Courtenay, we gotta get you back home safely for Xmas!!
1 comments:
we never did find that panty machine...
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