There, wanted to see I could spell it without looking. The marketing group I’m with took a break from discussions and whatnot for an en mass tour of the aforementioned village.

It is a recreated 19th century farm village halfway between Montreal and Quebec City. Our hosts from the Zoo de Granby arranged for a very nice tour, which led to informal chats prior to dinner.

For dinner, it was culture shock for everybody except the french canadians at the table. The Village put on what they referred to as an Sugar Shack meal, meaning it was similar into scope to what folks ate then before then went to work, or what us marketers would eat before descending into an international food coma.

Sitting with folks from Germany, Austria and exotic Philadelphia, we watched as it kept coming: Crouton, Bread made on the premises, pork and white bean soup, ham, sausage, egg, potatoes, and syrup. Vindication for Buddy the Elf as syrup is indeed a major food group.

It was pretty funny given the reactions and the curiousity from the Europeans, who made me laugh with their assessments of the Canadian beer being offered. You can imagine trying to explain Philly Cheesesteak or our Wings to them.

Properly toured and fed, we were sent back on our bus for the ride back only to have to loop around for our driver to recover his lost coat, which doubled the length of the journey back to Granby.

He reappeared with the jacket and was greeted by some sarcastic cheers.

Sarcasm apparently is universal.

3 airports, 2 countries, what could go wrong?

Monday's Odyssey. I knew my gates, studied up to know protocol and in the words of one of my favorite bloggers “tossed out the water, took off my shoes, put the laptop in its own bin and hurried the fuck up.”

I booked my stuff through Orbitz, so naturally the United Airlines check in machine had no idea, but that was quickly rectified. I got onto the plane in Buffalo. It was operated by Mesa Airlines and was old enough that I expect Wrongway Feldman was at the controls.

I struck up a conversation with a Buffalo Expat who was on the way to his retirement home in Maui. I can’t help but wonder if he got to his destination before I got to mine.

Being almost as smart as I think I am, I went on Orbitz and got gate information as there was about forty minutes from I landed in DC and the next Spirit of St. Louis would take me the rest of the way to Montreal. If you have ever been to Dulles Airport in DC, c and d are good letters to have near one another. What Orbitz doesn’t tell you is that flight updates they give you sometimes hit your phone when you cannot use it, as what happened today.

Bastards made my gate change, sending me from C to A, which requires a train, a stairmaster, and considerable respiratory skills to get done in short order. Flight was scheduled to leave at 12:12 and I arrived at 12:05, (this is where more frequent travelers laugh at me.) Because we were waiting on a few folks, the plane sat…and sat as they won’t leave without you. After 20 minutes, they did (so I can say screw you frequent traveler, shit do happen).

And we were off, on an even older plane that before, which a flight crew of one, she looked like a combination of Blythe Danner (a good thing) and Witchypoo from H.R. Pufenstuf.

Flight was fairly straightforward from there, but flying the planes out of my high school history book somehow drained the life from my cell phone so, if I was a little abrupt, I do apologize.

Made it to the hotel which despite some skilled photoshopping to make it look Chalet-like is on the Granby equivalent of Niagara Falls Blvd.

Got my first look at the Zoo de Granby this evening and it is a sight. I’m looking forward to seeing the full thing on Wednesday night, but they have some neat toys here, Ostrichs, I tell ya.

And the initial ice breaker supplied with me with personal favorite: Sleeman’s Ale! Good Zoo, good Zoo.

And if it warms up, I’m so hitting the waterpark.

Good Canada

The ex is out of town so I'm running the show domestically till Sunday, which is all well and good, been there done that. The only real wildcard is that the Zoo holds one of its bigger fundraisers of the year, so I fan out some help to make sure the kids all get to where they need to be and whatnot.

I'm not a big fan of traveling for work, but my boss would like me to journey to Granby, Quebec for a conference on Zoo marketing. That is great, I love that I have a boss who places value to my work and wants me to grow and succeed. That is a nice feeling.

Except I don't want to go particularly. If it was a month later, I could even overlook the crappy per diems rates, but next week just blows and this week isn't finishing strong.

My younger daughter is down with what is most likely mono, but a test came back negative so I'm gonna go all Aurora Greenway on the pediatrician's office so she gets relief tomorrow instead of next Tuesday. So, she is bummed about missing her jr. prom.

I'm just tired of giving the same medical report to the grandparents, the partner, ex's travelin companion, so everybody knows the same thing.

Oy, so there is that.

Number one son is making his debut as Gaston in the school production of Beauty and the Beast, which I'm sure will be pretty awful as a whole, but he'll be great, and I'll be in Quebec (God apparently as a sense of humor).

My Dad volunteers in a couple of labs lending his computer expertise to some folks at Roswell, which is a good thing because he is also dueling with redolent lymphoma. We've been told a handful of times that he has it beat, yet it has reappeared again. I went with him last week and told his doc that if he says nothing to worry about, there is a chance we'll be fighting.

So, Dad goes back for further testing on Tuesday while I am in Quebec.

Elsewhere in my humble employer, per diem is a laughable $20 a day. I suppose it is possible in most instances, but to truly do so, you have to do much declining of super-sizing. I pointed out that this is worse in Canada with the crappy US dollar and the added fun of the GST to our CFO who thought she was hilarious with McDonalds jokes.

Yeah, a little stress.

The flight arrangements on Monday have me going to DC then to Montreal (to save money), with about 40 minutes between flights, that will be close.

Ah, but there might be a few Sleemans Ales to be had so there might be an end to the stress.

I learned some important things: Lamaze is crap and Petocin doesn't speed your contractions, it makes labor one big long spouse's hand-crushing contraction.

My eldest arrived on June 2, 1991 after 23 hours of "sheer bliss." I think there is a file on my former spouse and me because the experience really molded us for when we returned for the other two kids.

But despite it all, she arrived quite nicely.



We were feeling pretty good about a year after. She's continued to age quite nicely. I can't do that beard anymore without there being "Santa-like" connotations.

Seems to have a sprung a leak again...

After awhile, you just got to say the hell with it and go. I stopped in Target and while I was finishing my transaction, the downpour started.

Yeah, I jumped in the puddle right by the sidewalk.

On the way to buy train tickets for my daughter's birthday, nothing like being reminded that your eldest is turning 20 to remind you of the passages of time. The big occasion is next week, but she and a friend wanted to visit a friend of theirs in Montreal. So, the former spouse and I, in keeping with our reputation of as cool parents, sported her to passage to quebec.

At some point, I'll have to find one of the pictures from that merry day. It's funny as tonight's dinner is already forgotten, but I can tell you every little detail from that day.

Hell, there is probably still a file on us at Sisters