Calm before the storm...pretty quiet leading up to Thursday, up until the whole power outage and my cousins arriving and running amok around my house. My ACL surgery was slated for Thursday, but on Tuesday they call me in the morning and say "there's an emergency, and we have to cancel you." Obviously I'm pissed off cuz I was rescheduled to September 4th, but they call me the same afternoon and said, "hey, we've got a cancellation for Monday, wanna take it?" "oh hell yeah!" It turns out it all worked out for me, and really, I gotta say God's got my back. I had bronchitis, and if you're sick, you're not allowed to get surgery. I was hoping I'd be better by Thursday, but I wasn't - so either way, I would've been screwed. But not only was the whole bronchitis thing worked out cuz I'm better now, but it would've been really brutal having surgery in a stuffy operating room without power.
So I was definitely not complaining too much when I discovered I had to walk home from massage therapy during the blackout. Took me 3.5 hours, walking from campus to Davisville before finally catching a bus, but at least I got home. Got to take care of some odds & ends like tidying up my room and laying out the speaker cables so my room would be perfect when the lights came back on. At night, I got a nice little reminder of why I used to go camping when I was younger - without light pollution, you could see every single star. The night sky was absolutely breathtaking - I just sat there watching the sky for a couple of hours. Got my power back Friday at noon, so I was pretty lucky.
Then came the storm. My relatives, their flight stranded in New York, arrived late Friday, and all hell broke loose with 4 screaming kids running amok in my house. It was nice seeing them again, but I can't believe I had to relinquish my brand-spanking new room to Tianne and Christine while Jon and I sleep in the family room! And not to mention, after finally having my room picture perfect, it was destroyed into a wretched mess within no more than 3 hours. Sigh...
Saturday night was weeeeird. I got the chance to see Mofo Jon Ho for the first time since HK last summer - we just missed each other last time I was in Montreal. Anyway, I get to Congee Wong, and the first person I see is Barbara! I'm like, what the heck...woman, you're not allowed on my turf without Eric. Heh heh. It was so weird though, cuz then we discovered that everyone at our table except for one person was somehow interlinked - but nobody knew until I got there. So here's how it worked:
-Barbara is Eric's girlfriend.
-Jon is Eric's classmate at McGill.
-I'm Eric's cousin.
-Jo and I hang out together all the time.
-Adrian is Jo's godbrother.
-Adrian is Eric's new roommate for the next year. (and they don't know each other!)
...so weird. Anyway, the one girl that wasn't involved in everything, when she introduced herself to me I thought she said her name was Pita. I wanted to ask her something, but I wasn't sure about her name, so I went to Barb and said, "psst, your friend, is her name Pita?" "No, Pikka." "Pika? As in Pikachu?" "Uh, yeaaah, something like that...." Hahaha. I felt so bad after...
Sunday morning, finally checked out Oasis since I promised Carolyn and Jimmy for so many weeks now. I figured I might as well since it was pretty much my last chance to go for a while, and I've been meaning to check out other churches in case Tianne doesn't like TCBC. It was pretty nice, reminded me a lot of NPAC back in HK - not very big, in a rented place, and the pastor wasn't conventional. Pretty cool.
Dinner I took Jon and Ti with me to Korean BBQ to meet up with Mofo and Jo to eat. Hadn't had such greasy food in a while - it reminded me why I loved all you can eat KBBQ all the time before =) Jon was sporting his new mohawk and I was sporting my new bald head - and man, I can't believe how much he's grown. He's an inch shorter than me and he's only 13. If he grows anymore I'm gonna chop his legs off to keep him short. There's no way I'm gonna be the shortest guy in my generation. Grrrr.
Anyway, long post, and it's now 2am...only 5 more hours before I leave for my surgery. It's really hitting home hard now that I realize it's only a few hours away, and I'm definitely not looking forward to the long road of rehab ahead.
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