Just chillin, stayin in having a few drinks and keeping outta the bars except for last night anyway. We went out to few of the bars within walking distance of this great apartment and got a good number of drinks into us. But thats it we're done. Off the sauce for now.
Clarey"s room mate thinks it strange that we would quit drinking on a Friday with the weekend stretching out in front of us like a desert bound mirage, hovering jusyt off in the distance and shimmering with uncertainty. But we say it has its certainty, we've been there and we know where it's going to lead us - into late afternoon wakeup times and early evening headaches.
We decided to go out for breakfast tomorrow instead and not to get a greasy hang over fix me up, just for breakfast, and maybe the farmers market for some fresh veggies.
Ugh - think i might be old!
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Finally got back to work, i insulate things that need to be insulated, all the usual suspects were there all ready, all the usual amounts of work are being done 'cept for some of the new talentless fucksticks that cant seem do anything they are supposed to. I guess i'm complaining about something that happens in every workplace tho so it must seem like excessive whining and i guess it actually is. The accomadations are top notch, there's no flights provided but there is a travel allowance provided which will cover some of the cost of airfare, so i will get to go home at some point but we dont know how long the job will last, thats the big drawback to this. Hopefully there will be another job right around the bend waiting but if not it may be off to another trade or discipline.
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Since I first left home at 17 and packed up my 76 Fender Bronco in my duffle bag and took a chance with the airline baggage handlers who simply love to break and steal things, I have never traveled without a guitar.....till now.
With the situation i had with work, i had to book a ticket with three days notice and there was absolutely no flights outta Sydney which would connect with a flight to get me back to the Mac in time, so i had to bus it up to Halifax and i had a full load of winter gear and tools and was going to be overwieght on that fact alone, (but i wasn't actually) I decided to not pay the usual fee of $117 to fly my guitar with me.
I left her home and I some how justified this with the ridiculous amount of money i would need to pay to get it up and back and the uncertainty of the length of the job. And now i really regret it cause now I'm tearing my friggen hair out with it! First and last time for this. I feel like i lost an arm, a part of me thats been there for so long. Over 25 years I've owned guitars and this is the longest stretch I've gone with out touching one.
One of the bars we went to last night was The Trap and Gill - East Coast bar. They had a musician there who was playing solo and had a great voice and played Bohran and took and played all of our requests and his guitar sounded phenomenal......and it looked real familiar. Yup.
After he had finished his set I asked him and it was a Larivee LV03RE - my exact guitar. I've been homesick before, but not realy since i was 18 or 19 but but last night I sniffed back a single tear as we went out the door into the chilly Edmonton night, a few days from when I will go back to my guitarless room at camp and a few weeks before I fly home to my missing puzzle piece.
