Pace on Earth

When the Circus Comes to Town

Two weeks ago in Calgary, the 6 of us not travelling back to Newfoundland after our game there missed our flight because we went to the airport with the rest of the team when we should have checked-in an hour earlier. None of us checked our tickets, we trusted that the manager had taken care of that for us. Real adult behaviour there. This is of course nothing new for me; the Calgary airport alone has been the scene of a couple of epic airplane misses and, although they are clearly my fault, I still feel as the YYC owes me almost two full days of my life back. There are countless other misses, most notably the flight I missed by 15 minutes...and one day. But for every sad miss there are countless other near misses that end happily. Today was one of those days. Brent and I arrived at the airport at 6:50 for a 7:15 flight and the nice people of Westjet in St. John's rushed us through security and on to the plane. In the security line we bypassed the BC squad that beat us (8-7) the day before. Among this mob were some good friends from my days in BC and they had some catcalls as we skipped the queue to catch our flight. This, obviously, drew some interesting looks among the 'civilians' in the airport. They were enjoying the show; the circus coming to town.

Meanwhile back in Freddy, the Blues Festival was wrapping up. It, (way) more than any other weekend in our sleepy little town is like the circus coming to town. And I was sad last night knowing that the headliner was Los Lobos and they sing a great song about just that (sadly I couldn't find their version on YouTube so the version I knew first will have to do):

The circus is gone now and I missed it but it will be back and so will I.

Pace out.

posted by Vitamin S @ 7:14 p.m.