stag pt. two

There was a little exchange that happened between Kevin (James’ friend from BC), John (who I work with) and I that I neglected to mention in my last post. It happened on the deck while Kevin and I were talking.

John “Kevin, err, Devon, whatever your name is”
Me “John, how can you not tell us apart. I’m Devon, he’s Kevin. I’m wearing a grey shirt, he’s wearing a slightly different shade of grey shirt”
Kevin “Yeah, and I’m wearing blue jeans, and he’s wearing blue jeans, and we’re both wearing black shoes”

As usual, it was funnier then, and I think I’ve forgotten parts. I really should delete it, but, well, if I had to write it, you’re going to have to read it. You’re welcome.

On the second day, after breakfast and chatting, we headed out to take some pictures.

A random shot of logs that were stacked in the woods against some other trees. I guess it’s artsy?

As soon as we were on the road, a familiar friend came back to us. I should also mention that John forgot to roll up his window the night before and spent the entire day in a wet seat. Thanks to years of politeness upbringing, I was courteous and rolled up my window. Thus, I had a dry seat.

The first place we stopped to take pictures was at a small little church. As you can see, there’s no church in this picture, just a white building.

And here’s a picture of the road in front of the church.

It was a pretty boring church. I’m still not quite sure why we stopped there.

But then we stopped here.

Which I thought was much more interesting. Sadly, they didn’t think so and we went onwards.

Along the way we did come across this, and, of course, who can resist a sign like that.

Especially when there’s a guy on it! What timing. I’m pretty sure he knew that we were taking pictures of him, but never said anything. I guess when three cars full of guys pull up and get out cameras, there’s not much you can say or do except accept your fate and go along with it.

The last shot of the wharf. I promise.

So that’s pretty much the bulk of the stag. There’s more shots (I took nearly 100 all told) but most are doubles with varying composition or exposure, and others just aren’t that interesting or witty.

The wedding was last weekend, but I was unable to make it on such short notice. It was out of the city and almost every hotel in the area was booked. The rest were expensive and a hefty cab ride from the ceremony.

On Friday I went to a new-to-me bar called CBTG’s (which I’m told stands for Closest Bar To George Street) and saw Wax Mannequin and Mark Bragg. Both of whom were great. I also got into an on and off conversation with a few french students going to MUN for a couple of weeks. It was interesting.
The bar itself is an adventure and there really isn’t any other way to describe it than a room, with a bar in it. There’s no polish, no fancy style, just whatever happens to be there. I really can’t explain it. And they didn’t have any Red beer.

St. John’s also doesn’t have a recycling program like Halifax does, which is rather annoying. Especially when you’re vehicular-impaired like me. So my plan is to recycle what I can (and however I can) but to also reduce the amount I need to recycle. For example, instead of buying salsa and having the bottle left over, I’m going to make my own salsa. Same with pesto. Any suggestions from you environmental people reading this on how to reduce my ecological footprint would be appreciated.

And speaking of food, I need some.
-d