A Montage of Movement

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Another from my night in Toronto on Saturday.
Another from my night in Toronto on Saturday.

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Joel’s Journal - Entry #126  - 3/6/2016

It’s been a weekend of movement. Cue montage.

It’s Friday night, my desk chair swivels as I close the top of my laptop. The text message from M, the words, “I’m off” are my cue to get moving. I toss my duffel bag and satchel on the couch, pack them with my camera, computer, lenses, and clothes for the next couple days. Zip. Zip.

I heft the bags into the back of the car and make the 15 minute drive to spend the night with M in Whitby. The cold temperatures have returned, and with it, the serious rumble in my tires.

Shaking my head, I slam my back into the seat out of frustration, the rumble is THAT annoying and it feels like my car is going to come apart at the seams, leaving me either in a fiery wreck, or it will just fall apart in pieces around me until there’s nothing left but me sliding down the 401 strapped to the seat holding a steering wheel.

I blink. The seat disappears and the softness of the couch catches me. M and I are curled up watching TV. I blink again and it’s morning.

The two of us had a lovely, and much needed sleep-in, but now it’s time for her to get ready for work. I try to be the motivating factor for movement, but the sheets are too warm, the bed too soft, and my desire to rid myself of them is minimal.

Eventually, we make it out the door, kiss, and say goodbye. Our cars take off in opposite directions, hers for work, mine toward Toronto and the night with a friend at his apartment downtown.

A six pack of Stella sits on the counter. I snap my fingers and the bottle in the bottom left slot disappears. I snap again and it returns empty. Snap. The bottle above it disappears. Snap. It returns empty. A few stray scraps of paper from the label litter the counter.

Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Burp. The six pack is empty.

I throw a can of Coors light into the mix just for good measure.

Chip bags crinkle, video games beep, stomach acid gurgles. Lights switch off, heads hit pillows. Morning.

My head is the main area of concern as I straighten and finish off the last of the water I’d poured for myself the night before. I’m not too worse for wear, and after pulling on my clothes, I take note that Kevin is still out cold and slip out the front door.

It’s almost 11 a.m.

I make it back to Oshawa before noon, and after showering and eating some cereal, I’m back out the door and headed for M’s place.

When I get there, we’ve got a couple hours of downtime before the two of us are back out the door and headed for Vaughn and a place called Dave and Busters. It’s a going-away party for a friend of ours, someone M used to work with, who is taking an extended trip to Europe.

If you’ve never been to this place, it’s like Chuck-E-Cheese, but for adults. Think a giant arcade combined with a bar.

A nice mom even caught M and I about halfway through our gaming and handed us a pair of cards that were unlimited gaming for the rest of the night. I guess her and the kids were heading out.

Well, M and I were thrilled and though we didn’t stay the rest of the night, we were sure to pay it forward, handing off the cards to a father and son before we left.

Let’s all take  deep breath now. It’s late on Sunday (11:11 actually right now, make a wish everyone!) and I need to relax a little before I can close my eyes with any success.

Tomorrow, I’ve got that mountain of stories to tackle. I did manage a couple hours of work when we returned from the party, banging out two stories, but there are still many more to come.

Anyway, tomorrow I will give you all a better idea of what to expect this week, including (hopefully) a new vlog!

In the meantime, keep doing what you love and doing it well.

Thanks for reading,

J.J.W.