Montreal 2009

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My visit to Montreal, Oct 16-19, 2009. I happened to catch a performance in front of their Notre Dame cathedral. I don't know what the song is.

Funny Story

So I'm in the grocery store last Saturday night, and I'm looking at the green onions. They're pretty ghastly looking and I'm trying to decide whether to buy them at all. There's only 4 left.
Suddenly a woman approaches pretty closely. I think that she wants to look at the green onions, so I scoot over a little.
Then she says, "Excuse me, I know you don't work here, but could you tell me what Ginger looks like?"
The first thing I thought was, "Why the hell do you wanna know what I look like? I don't know you."
Then it occurred to me ... "ginger." Yeah, I showed her where it was. And I told her my name was Ginger.
She's now telling the story of how she asked a random stranger where the ginger was, and her name turned out to be Ginger.

Voulez vous ... ?

I'm getting ready for my trip to Montreal. I'm pretty excited. A) I need a little vacation. 2) I'm kinda looking forward to seeing Vincent. Yes, Vincent. French-speaking, big-smiling, motorcycle-riding Vincent. And after a day like today, I really need that.
Yeesh, what a day at work! I was the manager-in-charge and man, did they make me earn my money.
And I'll really need that vacation after Tuesday. That's the day that they delve into my gum and jaw to decide if I need a new tooth. My jaw will be so swollen.
There goes trivia night.

I hope my dentist is proud of me for giving up caffeine.

Last night, I had a dream that my parents ran into N'Sync - the young ones. And then they danced with Justin Timberlake. And each time I tried to get my camera out to record these really great moments, they were done by the time I got my stupid camera to work (I really do hate this about my digital camera). It was so frustrating. And then they were all walking right by me and I kept trying to get Justin Timberlake's attention, but he walked a different direction. Instead, Joey Fatone was coming by and I leaned forward and offered my cheeck so he'd give me a kiss and he did! Only when we pulled back, it was Lance Bass and I was disappointed. I thought, he's gay and he's not interested in me! What with all the finely manicured facial hair, I couldn't tell the difference.
Then the dream took a dark and weird turn where I got off a plane that didn't work quite right and could have killed us all and followed a little girl who was hauling all kinds of heavy luggage into a Koreatown that was obviously in Japan.
Sorry, I will not be translating this one.

In other news, I'm giving up on my dentist. Every time I go, he's got a cuter hygienist than the last time. Seriously, what are my chances? If I get the cheaper crown lengthening, I won't get to see him for 6 months, til my next check-up. If I get the more expensive implant, I have to see him for the molding, but I won't be able to afford it and will NEED to marry a dentist by then. See how he could be the solution to all my problems?