Post by Craig Lassiter on Jul 24, 2007 13:33:59 GMT -5
Dear Laura,
I hope all is well with you, and they haven't been keeping you up all night like they have in the past. Say high to Jared for me if you get a chance.
The last week has been a whirlwind for me. We drove all the way to Alberta, on account of the fact that it was cheaper than flying and I don't have any photo ID. I've got a birth certificate now. Zeke bought me this really cool wallet to keep it in. Sean even said he'd teach me how to drive when things settle down a bit.
I got to travel on a ferry, which is like a boat only way bigger. This thing had a parking lot in the basement, that's how big it was. The ocean was beautiful, and I spent most of the night out on the deck with Zeke. He smoked and we just listened to the water, and talked about stuff. Guy stuff, mostly.
After the ferry, there was a lot of driving. I got to eat at real honest-to-gosh truckstops, and we saw a van on fire on the side of the highway. We went through Quebec, but everything looked the same except the signs were in french.
Once we got to Edmonton, we visited this amazing steakhouse where I got a picture of me wearing a cowboy hat and they printed it off as a postcard. I'll send the postcard the same time as this letter. I'm not sure which one you'll get first. If it's the postcard, you'll probably be a little confused. Ha.
Today we spent all day looking for an apartment. Apparently, it's really hard to find somewhere to live in Fort McMurray. But Sean found a great spot. It's right downtown. We've got a pizza place right next door. Talk about the living life of Reilly. (not sure who Reilly is, I guess he's some Irish guy who had a really great life)
I'm bushed, but I thought I'd better write this letter before I fall asleep. Sean says tomorrow he's going to teach me how to wrestle. I really hope I don't disappoint them, because from the way Zeke and Sean talk when they think I can't hear them, it sounds like they're really worried about me being a good wrestler. So, I'm going to work my butt off to become the best wrestler ever.
My address is printed on the outside of the letter, so hopefully you will write back.
Your pal,
Tony
Ps. I got your ring, and it's working a charm. Nuff said.
I hope all is well with you, and they haven't been keeping you up all night like they have in the past. Say high to Jared for me if you get a chance.
The last week has been a whirlwind for me. We drove all the way to Alberta, on account of the fact that it was cheaper than flying and I don't have any photo ID. I've got a birth certificate now. Zeke bought me this really cool wallet to keep it in. Sean even said he'd teach me how to drive when things settle down a bit.
I got to travel on a ferry, which is like a boat only way bigger. This thing had a parking lot in the basement, that's how big it was. The ocean was beautiful, and I spent most of the night out on the deck with Zeke. He smoked and we just listened to the water, and talked about stuff. Guy stuff, mostly.
After the ferry, there was a lot of driving. I got to eat at real honest-to-gosh truckstops, and we saw a van on fire on the side of the highway. We went through Quebec, but everything looked the same except the signs were in french.
Once we got to Edmonton, we visited this amazing steakhouse where I got a picture of me wearing a cowboy hat and they printed it off as a postcard. I'll send the postcard the same time as this letter. I'm not sure which one you'll get first. If it's the postcard, you'll probably be a little confused. Ha.
Today we spent all day looking for an apartment. Apparently, it's really hard to find somewhere to live in Fort McMurray. But Sean found a great spot. It's right downtown. We've got a pizza place right next door. Talk about the living life of Reilly. (not sure who Reilly is, I guess he's some Irish guy who had a really great life)
I'm bushed, but I thought I'd better write this letter before I fall asleep. Sean says tomorrow he's going to teach me how to wrestle. I really hope I don't disappoint them, because from the way Zeke and Sean talk when they think I can't hear them, it sounds like they're really worried about me being a good wrestler. So, I'm going to work my butt off to become the best wrestler ever.
My address is printed on the outside of the letter, so hopefully you will write back.
Your pal,
Tony
Ps. I got your ring, and it's working a charm. Nuff said.