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On Tuesday, I went downtown to hook up with a co-worker friend so that we can skate the lakeshore trail. I dropped by the office first, which surprised a few people. My imbecile manager tried to say something clever. I ignored him. The twit. Of course, some people were not surprised to see me. I seemed to have developed a strange habit of visiting the office during my vacation (provided I'm in the city). I did the same thing during my Christmas vacation. To be fair, I'm there to visit certain people. I'm in no way in love with my workplace. Hell, the only reason I'm on vacation now is cause I just wanted to get away from the damn place!
So I hook up with my friend and we walk back to his apartment. He's a real water sport junkie, so he starts telling me about his ambitions for a jet ski. But not just any jet ski, he wants this jet ski, the latest and greatest. He gets pretty excited so we start walking along the waterfront to see if he can get a spot to house the thing. This eventually turns into a hunt for the mysterious "dockmaster". We were told by a couple of reliable sources (including a member of the Marine Police Unit) that the dockmaster keeps a rather large Great Dane for a pet. After scanning the docks some more, sure enough, we spot the dog resting blissfully on one of the smaller boats. No sign of his master, though. We head in his general direction. Amazingly, the dog then gets off the boat and starts walking across the dock. "The dog knows!" my friend exclaims. He was just way too excited. That theory was put to a quick rest, though, when the dog got back onto solid ground. Our canine friend lifted a hind leg and proceeded to take an enthusiastic pee. He then walked right past us without a glance. What did we do, then? We followed the dog, of course! Sort of a low point in my life there.... But, the dog does lead us to this booth where, sure enough, the dockmaster is sitting. What the hell does a dockmaster do all day, anyway?
I swear, this dockmaster was more like a "Godfather". He and his goons probably run the waterfront racket. Turns out that it'll cost my friend around $300/year to house his precious jet ski in one of the slips, which was fine by him. Later, I ask my friend the obvious question: "Who, exactly, gets the money?". His response: "Who cares? As long as I get my slip!" he says with a gleam in his eye. Ok, but you better hope that people don't show up later and start offering you "protection" for your jet ski. If it comes to that, you're on your own! Oh yes, one more tidbit about the dog. It's a Great Dane, so it's big, and it's coat is this orangey-brown colour with black, vertical stripes. The dog's name? Tiger, of course. :-)
Anyway, we did eventually go for our skate. I've never been on the lakeshore trail before, and it was a humbling experience. I really couldn't keep up. At first I thought it had to do with my recent encounter with salmonella, but then I realized it had more to do with my skates. I think the bearings were in pretty bad shape (not that my friend believed me, mind you). Well, we had a pretty good skate anyway. We went from York St. to the Humber River and back again, a total distance of roughly 17 km (I think). I didn't want to push it much more given my recent illness. We were pretty hungry after the skate, so we went to some dingy basement joint for dinner. Actually, the place was fairly decent. The food wasn't bad either.
The last thing to do for the evening was to take my new squash racket for a spin. I was very much looking forward to that, and I was not disappointed! Woo! This is one sweet piece of equipment! Swings like a dream. Really makes you feel like you're smashing that ball. Great remedy for angst! Now I've gotta try it in competition. Bah, I really need a new squash partner.
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