The Final Countdown

Dada-daaa-daaa.
Dada-da-da-daaa...

I have 6.25 working hours left until my vacation officially begins, approximately 8.5 hours until the first beer of my vacation, and around 10 hours until the first nap of my vacation. Then... first thing tomorrow we're off to Pollet's Cove, CB for a few days of back-breaking, knee-popping, mountain-scaling, sunset-ogling, picture-snapping, dried-food-eating, remote-camping goodness. Apparently there are wild horses there, so I expect to be humming Gino Vanelli the entire weekend. Or maybe the Stones... hopefully the Stones. Envy me. Pray for me.

From CB, we (Terri and I) are off to Montreal to rub shoulders and elbows with a few thousand rich hipsters and student loan squanderers at the Osheaga "Music & Arts" festival. Interpol. Feist. Stars. Bloc Party. The Pumpkins. Apostle of Hustle. Explosions in the Sky. The Clientele. M.I.A. Rahzel. etc. etc... I can't wait. Sobriety-pending, I'll try to post pics and notes from the show each night if I can, but if not, for sure when I return.

I'm sure I'll be in touch in the meantime (likely later tonight), I just kinda wanted to boast and publically psych myself up. Go me!

In the interim, y'all can live just as vicariously through the recent and impressive travels of Tanya the "Vegan Vagabond", who just biked across North America(!!!), and Chris and Aimee who drove (pfft, wimps).