Day 92- Canadianness. Should Be A Word.

As is often the case after a night of heavy consumption, the next day was a complete write-off.  I do not have the science to prove it, but I am almost 100% certain that every hangover I encounter as I get older seems to be worse than the last one.  Colleen and I eventually rolled out of bed sometime after lunch and headed out for some pasta.  Not surprisingly, my stomach was having none of it and it was a mission and a half just to force a little bit of food down.  This futile attempt at eating was followed by a return trip to bed where we spent the bulk of the day pondering the poor life decisions we had made the night before. 



Sums up our feelings for the day.



 

Only after dinner time were we able to finally collect ourselves enough to make a public appearance.  We had arranged to meet Amber, Amy and some others at Banyan Bar for dinner.  Colleen introduced Amber to the amazing world of poutines, and all the Canadianness that comes with it!  Contrary to the previous night, none of us  were really in the mood to drink as we were all pretty brain-sore from the night before. 

Back at the hotel , it was an early night for Colleen as she was going diving the next day.  Myself, well I did manage to get a couple of "hotel bed beers" into me before giving myself to the night.

~Brentski~

Day 90- Bed And Beers. My Two Favorite Things.

Following our my rough night before and being the old man that I am now becoming, I caught up on my beauty sleep before we headed down to the hotel's restaurant for our typically crappy Thai breakfast buffet.  With my stomach full of complimentary breakfast sausage, I walked Colleen up to the Roctopus Dive shop as she was going out to do some fun dives that afternoon.  There were lots of familiar faces there, but sadly due to my popped ear drum, the shower in my hotel room was the closest thing I was going to get to aquatic activities these days. 

While Colleen was out having fun, I spent the afternoon lazing about on the internet and watching a crap load of TV.  In fact, I think since we first left North America a couple of months prior, this was the longest stretch of time Colleen and I had been apart.  And this was how I chose to maximize my "alone time", by watching a Bering Sea Gold marathon.  I disgust myself sometimes.

Colleen returned around dinner time and we decided it was best if we took it easy as she had an early morning the next day courtesy of on an all day diving trip.  This translated to me laying in bed all night drinking beers and watching Discovery Channel and National Geographic Channel while Colleen snored like a boss.  The glamorous lives we live!

~Brentski~



This cat was the high point of my day. I call him "white storefront cat who thinks he is a dog who looks like Grumpy Cat".  Catchy name if I say so myself.