Lobster Races!

So, I made it.

Exams went quickly, and far easier than I expected. I can only hope that my grades reflect that. For example, that 4 hour economics exam... it took me an hour and ten minutes. I don't know if that is a good, or a bad thing. I do know that it was a while before anyone was out behind me. I guess it is slightly comforting that I am usually out first in those quizzes.

After the exam I had to try and get the lobster I was to bring to Calgary. It was a very windy day and I had been informed that the fisherman did not go out. That seemed to be a bad thing, but then my contact said that she would take me to where you can get lobster for cheap. She drove me out of Saint John to a lobster pound in Idontknowwhere. I asked for the lobster, they tossed 'em in a cooler, put in some ice and I was good to go.

That night I packed everything, and even tried to sleep for a few hours. It did not really work, one, because of my excitement, and two, because my roommate likes to cook supper at 1 in the morning and do dishes at 2. We have to talk to him.

Groggy as hell, I woke up, hauled my suitcase and box o' lobster to the curb where I met my travelling companion and our taxi. Airport. Plane. TO. Plane. Calgary...

I must say. I have never been so excited to get off of a plane. 73 days away, and finally home. She was waiting for me, and I must say, I am glad.

We divvied the lobsters at the airport, and then finally headed home...

It was a long day. That night a few family members managed to come over to enjoy the New Brunswickan lobsters. 16 lobsters left New Brunswick alive, and 16 made it to Calgary... alive. They were a lively bunch, and tasty. It was a night of good times, and leaps and bounds in the science of communication. We will have to consider importing lobster again.

The Races

Lobster + Booze = Interspecies Communication

Gone Swimmin'