PP (and Not Neves') Big Adventure

Click, Chopsticks, Covers and Jack Black
(aka 3Cs and Ant)

Let me explain. The Desperate Housewives decided that they would escape to the big city for a night of...of...well, I'm not sure which adjective to use here. Let's just say we saw a puddle and we jumped in it. The fun began when I left my purse on the ferry. Fortunately, PP's in-laws retrieved it for me and left it with Morris the wharf dude. Onward and upward. We then met Kirk and his siblings at the theatre where we enjoyed Click...a comedical drama about a flap-slapping man, his duck-humping dog(s) and a remote control. I laughed, I cried, I snorted, I sobbed uncontrollably whilst PP made insensitive comments. If it hadn't been for the passionate (Eskimo) kiss she shared with me before the show, I may have been highly insulted.

After the show, Scott and Finn (aka Gill) met us in the parking lot, whereupon we decided to grab a bite at Boston Pizza. (I was still hungry, even after the $7 "pretzel dog" from the movie. Nummy.) During supper, I learned a number of things: Scott suffers from Catagelophobia (fear of being ridiculed, especially by waitresses) but not from Sinophobia (fear of the Chinese or Chinese culture). Gillian can never be invited to wings night because she is highly intolerant of things that may or may not be hot, including jalapeno peppers and girls in revealing shirts. Cactus Cut Potatoes are delicious.

Next, we raced (Literally. PP won.) over to the Garden Street Irving (not the one by Harbour Station) where Nacho, Scott & Fishy piled into the PPmobile and we all headed over to Elwood's for the Three Season Ant concert, a truly one-of-a-kind experience. Front row seats to an awesome Christian band...$5. Being recognized by Jack Black....scrumtralescent. Hanging out at a bar with or without your pastor and best buds...priceless.

After the concert we all headed to Beulah land for the night. Swimmy, PP and I enjoyed a restful night at the Sr. Rayner's cottage, where I singlehandedly broke both a blind and the toilet. Then it was back to Grand Manan, but not before a stop at the mall (FYI: The mall opens at 10 a.m.) to buy film. We left the mall at roughly 10:26 and still made the 11 o'clock ferry home. This was because:
a) PP drives like Ricky Bobby running from Tom Cruise;
b) we were being rewarded for our valiant 4.85 minute effort to speak life into each other;
c) the boat was late and there was minimal tourist traffic, or
d) that's what's so amazing about grace...we receive gifts we don't deserve.

Since all my fellow bloggers are off to the land of corn and whine (?), I shan't be posting for a while. 'Til then, feel free to celebrate:
July 8- Be a Kid Again Day
July 9- Barn Day (Scott may or may not have been born in one 20 years ago today)
July 10- Don't Step on a Bee Day
July 11- National Cheer Up the Lonely Day
July 12- Cow Appreciation Day
July 13- International Puzzle Day (birthday of Erno Rubik 1944, inventor of Rubik's Cube)
July 14- Corkboard Birthday 1891 (aka Stick-It Day)
July 15- Be a Dork Day/National Tapioca Pudding Day

TTFN