How's she goin'?
I'm on da rawk for da annual Memorial University of Newfoundland* School of Pharmacy Career Fair. (Ok, enough of typing with the hack-cent. I can't keep it up.) It's raining cats and dogs out there and rumour has it that flights have been cancelled due to the tail end of Hurricane Isaac.
I've just set up our booth and have to say I'm not entirely happy with my display table. It looks sh!tty this year. Either I just don't have the flair for "decorating" I seemed to have last year, or it's the change in our materials.
I'm hoping that I'll get home tomorrow night, but who knows? It could snow here tomorrow or we could be hopelessly fogged in. It that happens, I fear I'll end up on George Street, drinkin' Screech and kissing me some ugly fish lips.**
I know I've said it before, but I would like to say it again, cab drivers in Newfoundland are the friendliest, nicest bunch you'd ever want to meet. 'specially since they call ya "luvey".
I probably won't be seeing the KOL group tomorrow night - so have fun everyone - say hi to KnitJo and Jaichan for me!
*That's new-fund-lahnd, for dows of you main-landers who don't know's yer arse from yer elbow. It's not new-FOUND-luhnd - sayin' dat will get ya shipped back ta Ti-ranna were yas belong.)
**Sure, cod have lips, don't they? (You know that won't really happen, don't you?)