|He's not rabid! It's Habs playoff warpaint!|
His birthday is the day before mine, so we are both Geminis and now so is Da Nephew (June 4th) much to my mother and brother's chagrin. I don't know about others born under the sign of the twins but I do know that in my family us Geminis tend to damn the torpedos, so to speak.
Back when my parents still had two young children and we were living in Newfoundland things were a whole lot different.Christmas celebrations would last for a full two weeks of drinking or more, and it was not uncommon to go to bed drunk, wake up, walk "up road" to the docks and begin the morning by starting all over again.
At one time Port-aux-Basques did not have the handy dandy roads branching out to every little tiny island that surrounds the town, and it was standard procedure to take a boat across "the gut" as it was called, to visit a friend and taste his stash of homemade brew. One night my father and uncle decided to do just that, only they did not have a boat.
Faced with such a dilemma they did what any drunken would-be sailors would do. They stole one.
The dorey itself was a bit worse for wear. Newfoundland weather has always been harsh and this dorey had seen its fair share. While rowing across the small inlet both men noticed that the rickety wood had started seeping water, and soon the seeping became full scale flooding.
They made it across regardless, and as my Dad stepped out of the boat it succumbed to the sea, disappearing beneath the waves. The next morning my Mom got a call from an irate boat owner.
"He's not getting his damned rubbers back until he pays for that boat!" she hollered at Mom through the phone.
"Keep the rubbers," Mom told her. "I'm not paying for your stupid boat."
|Dad & me at Bruins/Habs playoff game 3. Time of my life!|
Yesterday I called my Dad. "Happy birthday!" I shouted into the phone at him.
"Oh thank you thank you," he replied. "I forgot all about it."
Today I spoke to him three more times about a non-birthday related matter. He finally called me back a fourth time.
"Happy birthday!" he shouted at me.
"It only took you four times before you remembered," I said, laughing my ass off.
"Hell yesterday I forgot my own birthday," he told me.
I actually do understand why though. It's golf season. I get like that when it's hockey season and the Habs are playing.