Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Old Montreal

     Day 2 in Montreal started off just like any other day; I woke up.  From there, things took a turn for unique.  I watched a speech given by the Washington Post journalist and very right-winged George Will.  I witnessed the domination of Germany over USA in the World Cup, and then I hit the streets of Montreal (Old Montreal to be exact).
     Vieux-Montreal, meaning Old Montreal in French, started as a fur-trading post in 1605.  Later it would house individuals such as Benjamin Franklin and Charles Dickens.  Today, it acts as a tourist area with restaurants and shops lining the cobble-stoned streets.  We found a self-guided walking tour online and took our time about experiencing the oldest part of Montreal.
Bagpipes and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
George Will talking about baseball and politics.  I suppose they go hand in hand.
The Place d'Armes and Notre-Dame Basilica of Montreal with my lovely mama.
The oldest building in Montreal.
Inside of Notre-Dame Basilica of Montreal.  The interiors of churches still surprise me.  You can never say, "If you've seen one, you've seen them all."
The Chapel within the Notre-Dame Basilica of Montreal.
Breathtaking.
Even more breathtaking with my main squeeze in front.
Strolling (or strutting) down the oldest road in Montreal.
Action shot.
I left my Superman gear at home because I didn't realize phone booths still existed.
Cirque du Soleil setup.
Bonsecours Market where you'll find local artisans and can purchase anything from paintings to fresh veggies.
A pretty church that overlooks the river.

Monday, July 7, 2014

July 4th BOOMs and Tubes

     I write this to you in a nasal voice.  Why?  Because I shotgunned a beer (the drinking method of poking a hole in the bottom of a can and chugging it) for the first time yesterday, and instead of it going down the hatch, it came right out my nose.  Thankfully, PDub came to my rescue, stopped me from drowning in Bud Light, and finished the thing off himself.  They really should offer lessons before allowing a (perfect) lady to attempt such a manly thing.  I may not throw like a girl, but I certainly shotgun like one.
     Anyway, our 4th of July weekend was eventful; there are no excuses for having a lame USA birthday whenever you live near the Capitol.  Our day started at a friend's house, who lives directly across the street from the Supreme Court, and involved mingling with close friends, drinking USA brewed beer, and eating BBQ and pizza.  We then headed for Virginia to watch the fireworks.  July 4th, a reason to set things on fire and watch them explode.
Nothing says America like "We, the Pizza" pizza.
Half of our view for the firework action.
The other half of our view.
Oooooo......
The advancement of fireworks.
Ahhhhhhhhh.....
Ooooooo.....
Ahhhhhhh......
Oooooo.....
Ahhhhh......
     Our weekend ended with a tube trip down the Shenandoah River.  What was supposed to be a nice relaxing day ended with bruised shins from a rocky bottom, sunburned backs, and serious sinus issues from a shotgunned beer failure.  Three-day weekends definitely call for a follow-up vacation.
Cheers to a tuberific time!
Having your tubes tied on a day like this makes the most sense.
Open-mouthed selfie.
Shenandoah Mountains.
Frisbee time!!
Our anchor to extend the length of our tube trip.  Success.
My view for the day.  Strappy sandals are so in this year.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Old Train Stations and Rooftop Terraces in Montreal

     On Tuesday, PDub and I boarded an airplane and crossed the well-guarded border to our neighbor in the north.  Canada: home of maple syrup, hockey, and the word "eh."  Our destination was Montreal, where over 1,000 petroleum land managers gathered for their national meeting.  No, Paul and I have not changed our careers, but it just so happens that my mom has been a petroleum landman for over forty years now.
     PDub and I have become tag-alongs, attending the opening reception, free lunches, and fancy dinner/dances.  We basically skip everything educational, take in the good stuff, and hit up the city in between.  Our first evening involved an opening reception at the Gare Windsor Station (built in 1887).  Once an actual train station for the Canadian Pacific Railway, the Windsor has become a provincial historic landmark and event location.  The theme of our evening was "across Canada" with glaciers to tipis to lighthouses.  To top things off, the association went all out by hiring some Cirque du Soleil folks to entertain us.  Fun fact: Montreal is the birthplace of Cirque.  After the reception, we headed to Vieux-Montreal (Old Montreal) for a rooftop, sunset, and cocktails.....a perfect evening.
Our room overlooked Mary, Queen of the World Cathedral.  Some call it Jordan, Queen of the World Cathedral.  Now, that sounds much, much better.
The opening reception took place at Gare Windsor Station, an old train station turned historic monument a.k.a. event destination.
PDub would not allow me to sit Indian style.  He said that was officially out of style.
Giving the terms "shrimp cocktail" a whole new meaning.
Because why wouldn't there be a swing and a therefore a photo shoot?
Royal Canadian Mounted Police ensuring the area was secure and posing for pictures.  Definitely a high-stress job!
Just hanging around in unitards.  My favorite pastime.
PDub and I attempted to reenact this later in the evening.  Bonus: no one got hurt.
Cue: Ribbon Dancing music.
Cocktails on Terrace Nelligan overlooking Notre-Dame Basilica of Montreal.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Daytona International Speedway

The day is young, but the air is hot; you can feel its stickiness on your skin.  The pavement only radiates the heat making it worse, but for some reason, this discomfort vanishes as you see movement across the track.  You hold your breath and your heart begins to race as the vehicle approaches and roars past in the blink of an eye leaving only fumes in its wake.  You look at your friend and just like a child you beg, "Again, again!"

     I was never a fan of sitting in front of a television to watch cars circle a racetrack for hours upon hours at a time.  To me, NASCAR was for the rednecks of America the beautiful, and in many ways, it certainly is; however, my visit to the Daytona International Speedway changed my opinion of the sport (I guess you would call it a sport?).
     On Daytona Beach day, I put on my cutoff jean shorts (to better fit in), and Doubles Shark Whisperer and I headed for the racetrack (check it off the bucket list).  The Speedway only hosts a few events throughout the year, the most important being the Daytona 500.  On all other days, tourists are allowed to take tours (NASCAR facts don't interest me....who's Dale Earnhardt Jr.?), do ride-alongs with professionals (are you crazy?), change tires (I have triple-A for that), and drive yourself around the track (no, seriously, are you crazy?).  Basically, you name it, they will allow you to do it for a price.  However, very few people know that you can walk right out to the racetrack for free, and that is precisely what we did.
     On this particular day, the professional drivers were taking tourists on ride-alongs, which allowed us to experience what it's really like to see a car on the track going well over 160mph.  I have to say that after feeling that rush, I am definitely more open to NASCAR, but you probably won't see me wasting my afternoon away on watching cars circle a track.  Buy me tickets though, and I'll be there in a pit stop......is that the saying?.....or maybe in a jiffy.
Daytona International Speedway (said in the most redneck voice possible).
"America is about speed--hot, nasty, badass speed.-Eleanor Roosevelt"  (From Talladega Nights)
Where's Jdub?  Similar to Where's Waldo but more female and less striped.
"I like to picture Jesus in a tuxedo T-shirt because it says I want to be formal, but I'm here to party."  (From Talladega Nights)
"If you ain't first, you're last."  (From Talladega Nights)
"Shake and bake!" (From Talladega Nights)
Sweet home 'murica!
No words.
Cruisin' Daytona Beach with these hot pups.
Daytona Beach.
Motorsport Terminology

Bridesmaid:  A driver who finishes the race or racing season as runner up. Derived from the expression 'always the bridesmaid, never the bride' referring to someone who frequently comes close to success without ever achieving it.
Buschwhacker or Claim Jumper:  A driver who regularly races in the first tier NASCAR series, the Sprint Cup Series, who makes guest or semi-regular appearances racing in the second-tier NASCAR Nationwide Series. The term was named originally for then sponsor of the second-tier series Anheuser-Busch brewery. The newer term references insurance abuse (from the current sponsor).
Door-slammer:  Drag racing term used to group vehicles, usually sedan bodied, that still have functional doors for driver access to the vehicle, as opposed to Funny cars which have a single lightwight outer body draped over the racing chassis.
Flopper:  Funny car, short for "fender flopper." Coined by dragster crews in the late 1960s to separate Funny Cars, which had fiberglass bodies with fenders, from dragsters. Erroneously attributed to flip-top bodies of Funny Cars.
Hung-out-to-dry:  Typically used in context to pack racing; a car that pulls out of the "draft train" to make a pass, but ends up losing many positions. Numerous cars drafting closely together normally drive faster than one car by itself. The lone car hung out to dry sometimes falls all the way to the end of the draft train.
Kitty litter:  Informal term with two possible meanings. It is either a nickname for a gravel trap, or for a material applied to the track surface to clean up a leaking fluid.
Lollipop:  A sign on a stick used in pit stops, which is held in front of the car and raised when the pit stop is completed. Though the same basic device is utilized in NASCAR and IndyCar, generic terms such as pit board or sign board are preferred as the sign is not round, but sometimes square, and often is in a specific design unique to the driver or team (such as Kevin Harvick's happy face logo, or a team's number stylised as it fits on the car). In addition, in NASCAR & IndyCar, the sign is usually only used for the driver to locate their pit box. It is pulled back, and not normally used to signal departure as it is in Formula One,.
Marbles:  Pieces of rubber from tires that accumulate on the racing surface outside of the racing line that are slippery like toy marbles.
Meatball:  A specific racing flag used in some countries to indicate to a competitor there is a defect with the car which has the potential to cause a safety risk to the competitor or to another competitor. Most usually applied to trailing smoke or loose bodywork. The flag is black with a large orange dot in the centre of the flag, looking vaguely like a meatball.

And now it's time for my victory lap.....