This is a bit late, but a month back, ACD and co. and I took a mini road trip in la rouge wagon out to Morinville to visit our friend Daniel and co. A man about town, D moved back to Morinville and bought a beautiful house across from DJ's Pub. "If you get lost, just ask anyone where DJ's is." It's hard to imagine anyone can get lost, though.
Sandy cooked a great big dinner of salmon, salad, and couscous, and D had an array of stinky cheeses, gyspy salami and vino. Well-fed, we danced the rest of the night away. At times, it resembled more of a child's birthday party, but one that was hijacked by adults stuck in the past with an insatiable demand for cheesy music.
It was a nice little visit, having never visited Morinville. D seems enamoured with small town life and its pecularities. He's filled several albums full of pictures of misnomers and other oddities, and I had a passing thought of moving out somewhere quiet and assuming, but looking back, this remains a passing thought.
but good times nonetheless.
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all i can say is 'let the good times roll' , or maybe 'girls just wanna have fun', or maybe 'goin' right up to the spirit in the sky', or maybe 'billie jean is not my lovah'. anyway, i wish that night had never ended. we'll have to do a morinville revisited sometime soon. maybe not in morinville but 113th ave?....
I ended up lying on the floor of my place sick to my stomach wondering: 113 Avenue . . . or Halifax??
awesome: it makes me happy to see that Daniel has some very good stuff going for him in Morinville!
i miss seeing D around though cuz he always brought the 'real', you know -
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