Shotgun wedding It's Friday again. Time for another weekend of drunken debauchery. For someone else. My weekend will be a fair bit tamer than that of the aformentioned Mr. Else. But, it won't be as bad as I'm sure every weekend has been for the people my university paper wrote about this week. Turns out, they planned a big working holiday with this company based out of my hometown, payed him a bunch of money and then he cancelled on them because of the SARS scare etc. Instead of giving them their money back, he bailed and the Buisiness Bureau says his company doesn't exist anymore. The kicker is that this guy wasn't just some schmuck no one had ever heard of. He had a well established buisiness with no complaints from any of his clients. As a matter of fact, I seriously considered signing with him for my recent working holiday in New Zealand. Thankfully I found another company (SWAP for those of you in Canada thinking about traveling). In other news, I've decided what the boy and I are going to be for Halloween. Are you ready? A Shotgun Wedding! Or rather, a search party set on having a shotgun wedding. I'll be the pregnant bride and the boy wants to be her angry father. Together we're supposed to be looking for my reluctant groom. I think it's hysterical. My parents are all ready for halloween too. As they've gotten older they've become more and more gung-ho for halloween. This year my dad actually grew corn in his garden specifically for his halloween display. That's what I call dedication. |