Feb.26th, 2010

We meet up. I came past cherry blossoms which smell good enough to pick a branch and constantly pet my nose with it. We talk of sports, the lack of snow and cold, "it's the Olympics man and there's global warming, they just better get used to it," he says. We wander down to the Saskatchewan pavillion, what I think is a big beer tent and upon entry IS a big beer tent. Eight dollar pints that aren't pints and tiny little saskatoon berry tarts that are an insult to anyone from Saskatchewan. He pees, I become anxious and text him, "Fuck this." He comes back and we leave. The Brickhouse is better suited for beverage and company anyhow.