So I just came back from the airport after sending Erin off on her way home.
Like I said in a previous post, she decided to quit CMFD as well, but she did so after taking a full-time reporting gig at the Cape Breton Post. (She was working with CMFD on behalf of Journalists for Human Rights.) ...
Shame.
No longer will I be able to make fun of her accent or sing Stan Rogers to make her homesick.
I think we actually helped to quell each other's homesickness by talking in Canadian accents about mythical Canadian characters: she adopting a full-blown Cape Breton one, and me mimicking the guys in FUBAR or Dave Little (a family friend who farms in Saskatchewan).
"Donnie, drop your net, grab the charrgh-ter, we're going to the barrrgh"
"Hey Dougie, can you get me a double-double and a coupl'a crullers?"
"How's goin?"; "How's she going?"
"Lord thunderin' b'y, would you look at that."
It would probably be annoying to do it in Canada, but over here, it was pretty entertaining meal-time banter.
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At least now I'll get to resume talking to myself.
Hambe kahle, Erin.
PS ...
Erin: "That year I took Criminal Law and the Charrrgh-ter."
BK: "the what?"
Erin: "Shut up."
Erin: "I've got to make payments on my carrrrgh."
BK: "You've got to make payments on what?"
Erin: "Shut up."
That's how it usually went down.
She also frequently referred to my "fancy Toronto" things or "fancy Big City" whatevers. I've never thought of the North York-Scarborough border as fancy, but I've never been to North Sydney.
