Wow. Been ignoring this place. Sorry.
James Bay was outrageous. Awesome driving, awesome cars, terrific places and great people. This Saturday's Wheels section is going to be outstanding. Go buy it - you really need to see the pics from this adventure. Oh, and read my piece of course.
What have I missed? Well, I've finally caught up on laundry. Wearing a dozen layers every day takes up some clothing. The boys have eaten pretty much the rest of the snack trove I came home with - we took a lot of stuff.
I've been zipping around on TV a little - burning out early, catching up on sleep. Anyone else absolutely appalled at Steven Tyler hitting on girls young enough to be his granddaughters?? Seriously. Gross. I used to like you, but, geez, you look like someone took a piece of waxed paper and stretched it over a frame too tight, then drew on a Steven Tyler face with crayons. And then you're ogling 16-year-olds.
I still like Glee. Sorry. I actually had some downloaded on my iPhone on the trip. On these trips, everyone has an iPod. Driver gets to pick. With all the switching around of cars, you end up with everyone else's iPods. This is very good when it's Spencer Wynn's, our photog. He has tons of Pretenders on his. I was in heaven. This is very bad when it's Mark Richardson's. He has tons of one hit wonders and joke music. We're driving along when all of a sudden the walkie springs to life and we hear YMCA blasting from the other car, and through our windshield you can see Richardson doing all the dance moves. Poor Spencer. He also had to sit through I'm Too Sexy for My Shirt, Monty Python skits, Crazy Bitch and that Charlene song - I've Never Been to Me. You haven't lived until you've seen Richardson singing every word, in a soprano voice. "I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things that a woman ain't s'pose to see...I've been to paradise but I've never been to me..."
Anyway. Glee. It came on mine while Laurance Yap and I were driving. Laurance is the Nicest Man in the World. Seriously. I should get him a t-shirt. Anyway, he very amiably says 'what is this?'. So I told him, waiting for the usual barrage of grief. 'Hey, that's okay!' says the Nicest Man in the World. I told him I was gonna do a headline: Laurance Goes All the Way to Nunavut to Discover Glee.
I saw a bunch of dead caribou in Radisson, Quebec. That's way up north. Where we went. It's a little disconcerting to go to the best hotel in town (okay, only) and see all these men - tons of them - in cammo. With rifle cases. And coolers. And dead animals strapped to their trailers. Everyone else was on another floor, so I walked down the hall looking for my room Saturday night. All the doors were open, with all these hunters sitting around. Relaxing. This means they take off their cammo. And smelling like old kielbasa. I told myself if was old kielbasa, because that was better than new caribou. In the dining room, there was a waitress or two. And me. And 80 guys in cammo.
I practically slept in my boots, I was so scared to take them off. The carpet was...odd. But the bathroom was lovely. Talk about a juxtaposition. I didn't take a bath, though, just a shower. I kept picturing hunters carving up caribou in the tub like a bad horror movie. Great lighting, though. I wanted to bring that bathroom lighting home with me. I looked lovely.
I'm sure there will be more to complain about later, other than Steven Tyler's lechery. I need groceries.