I miss you Montreal....

Hello!

Miss me?

Well it was weird! I haven’t been in that neighborhood in eons. Plus, the guy who organized my presence had it all wrong. We were not going to eat in a quick and easy grub joint!? We were going to feast at a fancy bistro that basically served steak and fries; and it was GOO_OD! Walnut salad followed by a medium rare entrecote with Dijon sauce…. 

This was a joint that my old work buddies and bosses attended all the time. This is not a fast food place, no. This place you sit down, drink wine and reminisce about life and where you and they are today. I booked an hour and a half for the bus where I should have booked two and a half hours. I had a good time seeing my old bosses (3 out of 4) founders of the company I used to work for. I also was taken aback by the presence of old colleagues who jackassly remind me about my fail attempt to perform stand-up comedy…They asked me to call them up if I was going to do it again, I told them that there was a video tape that my sick wife had recorded and that was somewhere in my video library.

I think I want that video tape to be play at my funeral….

Take care folks….

PS Don't worry sweetheart, I haven't forgotten you... If ever I hit it big I will take you there....

PS PS Kudos on setting me up this morning, I had so many winks from women while in Montreal... I think I blushed...

Working my day away.....

Hello!

Happy almost Saturday!!

So preparing for the weekend?.... We have a 3 day weekend here in the great white north. Thanksgiving!!! Not that I celebrate it really, but it is always fun to have the day off; what am I talking about, I always have it off. But I am jumping the gun on the weekend here. Starting tomorrow I will be hitting downtown Montreal. It’s been forever since I have been there. Going to have lunch with a couple of ex-colleagues. So we will meet round noonish at the old Montreal Trust shopping mall; at least that was the plan last week. They better tell since I must reserve my bus today.

My day today has been completed already. I already had my bath and I am currently awaiting my lunch. From then on I will probably work on some cockamamie theory that I will forward to Stephen Hawking just to be emailed back with a “get a life loser”….

Tata folks…

PS Belgium is back! I miss you sooo much....

I'm the man!!

Howdy folks!

Hope your day’s as bright as your pearly white!

So I am feeling the pressure here. My reputation is being tested by my blog as well as by my daughter's high estimate of me when talking about me to her friends… “He’s cool”….

First of all welcome to my wonderland Belgium, I feel I know you and have fallen in love with you before; but I could be wrong. In any case, Helaba or Bonjour depending on the region you are from.

As for my daughter, she told me yesterday that she had a new

friend and they were getting to know each other when she (my kid) told her new friend that her dad was disabled and that he was cool….?!... How do I compete against that expectation of me? I know I’m good looking and have impeccable elocution skills (I have been told that when I speak, I make people wonder on the color of my soul), but what exactly is cool to my daughter? At this point I think it’s a gimmick to get what she wants from me because this morning she asked me for money to buy lunch.

What’s a cool dad to do?

Take care folks…