Being tracked by Aliens.... the exit interview

I am becoming very sure that my GPS track for two days will be used as an inspirational aid to all those depressed people, dependent on cars, who are forced to live in automobile confinement in the burbs.

During my days of being tracked by the SMU aliens, I was in and out of so many pubs, restaurants, fun shops, and walked all over town. If they use me as a model citizen, no one will need a car, and there will be lots of parking for me downtown, so I won't have to walk!

The exit interview was hilarious. I was supposed to have written down every move I made, but I had not really anticipated that they wanted almost as much detail as noting bowel movements.

Here is a sample of my interview.

Alien: Uh huh, so where did you go next....?
Me: Um, I went to the Wired Monk with my friends.
Alien: You went up Argyle Street?
Me: Yes, then down Blowers, over to Salter and we walked down Hollis to the coffee shop.
Alien: And you didn't stop along the way? On Argyle...?
Me: Oh, yeah... how did you know that? Yeah, that's right, Costa and Stephanie were sitting outside Mosaic, and Gina and I stopped and talked with him for a bit.
Alien: And you went inside?
Me: No, wait, oh, yeah, we took a quick little look see through the place so they could check out the decor.
Alien: And then you walked to the Wired Monk?
Me: I dunno, did I?

You get the picture. I don't know why they asked me - they knew already. I think they may have actually been doing a survey on how well people keep records of their movements when asked.

Just don't be surprised when the new HRM transit policy incorporates pub visits into every commuter's daily regime!

Lazing on a sunny afternoon while being tracked by aliens

A morning of very BORING work had me looking forward very much to meeting up with the Riesling Princess and her mate for lunch. Gina H was coming to town to meet her guy at the airport, and instead of rushing home to bed, they were going to lunch with me (bad choice if you ask me, but I wasn't arguing).

We ate at the monkey, the Wooden Monkey that is, after a brief rain shower, the skies were bright and the heat was starting in. My pizza was really good, and they tried a few things, including my fave, and always recommended Seitan Sandwich. I had a Propeller IPA (on tap here!) and we split a bottle of Gaspereau Vineyards Muscat. I think lunch may have taken two hours, but if I need to know, I guess I can call SMU and ask. You see I was wearing a GPS tracking device for two days.

I was a part of this Halifax Peninsula transit study or something, where they were looking at travel patterns of people living on the Peninsula. So, just in case you were one of those people, no I was not weaving that widely down Argyle Street, I was going in to all the bars.

I am sure they are still trying to process my data.

Anyway, we headed down the the Wired Monk after the lazing in the sun lunch, and I got a double espresso wake up call. They ran off to drive home. For me, it was up to Pete's Frootique to shop for supper. Yes, sometimes I cook.

Dragonfly Café; Yellow Cello; Red Bird

Yes, that IS a very colourful and interesting series of eateries named in the title. And it describes my day. Breakfast (muffin and coffee) at the Dragonfly Cafe, just past Antigonish (used to be Uncle Ron's)on my way to Baddeck. Lunch at the Yellow Cello where a great taco salad bit the dust and helped me deal with the heat. Dinner at the Red Bird Wine and Scotch bar in Truro on the way home, a simple sandwich that hit the spot, washed down with a Heineken Lager.

Ed, traveling with me, is now learning to avoid chain food, like chain smoking.

Long days are shorter when you eat well.