November 18, 2011

Remember Aaron?

Sure you do. Blind kid who raced a Porsche around Mosport in May.

Anyhoo. Tomorrow night, I'll be downtown at the Westin speaking to the Upper Canada Region Porsche Club. The only reason they want me is because of that article. And I'm totally thrilled to be going, because Aaron Prevost and Rick Bye are coming with me.

Aaron lives in Ottawa now, but he's been in Brantford visiting friends this week, so I'm picking him up tomorrow. I had to swap the 911 for the Panamera today, to have enough room. I know; you're crying for me. His sister is coming too, so it'll be nice to finally meet some of his family. Rick has had his Dad and brother out to some Porsche events this past summer.

You write a story, and you move on.

Except sometimes the story stays with you. I adore this kid. We stay in touch via phone and Twitter, and I know Rick talks to him as well. He calls us Mom and Dad, which I find funny. Rick often calls me Mom. I find that disturbing.

So tomorrow it's onto high heels, into a dress, and off to the Westin Harbour Castle.

I'm looking forward to it.

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Blogger Chris Brown (not the felon) said...

This is what doing nice things to good people will get you.

Just can't picture you in heels and a dress though.

My word is notoriaz. Now THAT word I can associate with you.

November 19, 2011 10:01 AM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

I actually pull of a dress quite well.

You know what I mean.

My gorgeous friend Priya has been dressing me lately. Which has mostly consisted of me trying on things she forces me to, and sighing every time I ask 'and can I wear a leather jacket on top?'.

Tonight, there will be a leather jacket on top. Priya won't be there.

November 19, 2011 10:12 AM  
Anonymous Roz said...

"I pull off a dress quite well". Charming. Mom would be proud.

November 19, 2011 10:42 AM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Complete with typo.

November 19, 2011 11:16 AM  
Blogger Chris Brown (not the felon) said...

The best deal I ever got was a leather jacket that feels like butter. Bought it in San Fran for $125 US when the Canadian dollar was at $1.08

"Start the car.... Start the car!!!!"

November 19, 2011 2:53 PM  
Anonymous Zena said...

Yes, but did it taste like butter?

Which begs the further question: when a leather jacket falls on the floor, does it land butter side down...?


When is a leather not a leather jacket?

"outbersu" - I think that's self-evident (and strangely apropos...)

November 19, 2011 5:28 PM  
Blogger Chris Brown (not the felon) said...

It was Parkay.

"cloop" The sound a buttery jacket makes when it hits the floor.

November 19, 2011 9:49 PM  
Anonymous Zena said...

Ach, Parkay on the parquet - what a slippery mess...

(someone must have had butter fingers).

November 20, 2011 12:00 PM  
Anonymous Padraig said...

What a nice folo-up to your original story. Sometimes, things just work out, don't they?
By any chance, will there be any photos of you in full fig posted on Tuesday? High heels, this we gotta see!

November 20, 2011 5:09 PM  
Blogger Chris Brown (not the felon) said...

In a battle of wits with Zena I am totally unarmed.

Or disarmed.

Or dis-legged.

Or just cut up into tiny little "priesses".

"Parkay on the parquet." Mhmmmmm.

November 20, 2011 7:55 PM  
Anonymous Zena said...

Ah, skewered on the point of my rapier wit, like a pat of butter on a, well, um, uh...a butter knife...

Egad, if I could only find someone willing to pay me for my ridiculous patter...

(That "other" princess lived by the edge of her sword; I, on the other hand, seem to be dying on the butt end of my words.

Sigh. Some folks arc into mythical glory; others just end up on what amounts to Monty Python reality tv...)

November 21, 2011 10:01 PM  
Blogger Chris Brown (not the felon) said...

Hoisted by your own petard. Sigh. Life can be so cruel.

November 24, 2011 1:44 PM  
Anonymous Zena said...

"lalla." It would seem the word cipher agrees.

I swear it's sentient...

November 24, 2011 4:00 PM  

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