Deju Vu, or the Great Escape?

Some good titles by Mo Kenney, for a toast a few minutes into the favourite day of the year.  Take my bad luck and turn it into good luck....  la da-da da da-da...

In Moncton, and shortly on a flight to Toronto, and Ceili Cottage, and on.  Time for the Guinness clock to get ready to slow time down.  The excuse being a trip to the embassy to get the Visa to Varanasi and the Taj.  To see the world and all that.  To shake loose the bonds of obligations and such and...

How fun was watching the last bit of that Winnipeg Jets and Toronto Maple Leafs game tonight with Dad, hoping for the tie.  The haplessness of it, Byfuglien and Brian Little and Round 10 of the shoot-out.  Only to see Syracuse blow a 16 point lead as badly as has ever been done.  But all in good fun.  A lucky/unlucky start, although at least you got the money back with the Lobos.

What to expect from tomorrow/today, I know not.  Another memorable one.  Stories, quotes, staring into the eyes of favorites old and new... for what purpose and to what end, who knows?  To trade stories with strangers and dance and listen and softly softly waste away the time with Guinness and oysters and the rest.  Make it a very long day.  The best of days.  A little bit of wine as befitting nostalgic days of wine and roses. 

But from here on in, it's black.  Smile.  Yet another of that favourite 24 hour annual span within the 8760.  Special.  Let's see what happens...