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Well hello, ladies, she said with a smile, What can I help you with?

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“Yawn”

I stop my story and look at Twin, she has a bored expression on her face, “What?”

“Let me guess at the party we meet a handsome stranger, dance, laugh, and have a great time and then at the end of the night he accidently leaves behind the tie which we take as a memento of this ‘fabulous experience’.”

“Um, well . . ”

“I’m right, right?”

“No!”

“Hah I so am! Your story is so perdictable you’d bore people within the first 2 seconds.  Can we say Hallmark channel.”

“WHAT??  My story is not perdictable or boring! As a matter of fact you got it completely wrong.”

“Oh really?.”

“Yes really”

“Fine,” Twin said with a amused sparkle in her eye, “what happens next?”

“Well. . you see. .

“Yes”

“There’s this . . .uh.”

“There’s this uh. .  what?”

 ”Oh never mind you don’t want to hear it anyway!” Defeated I slump down to the floor fold my arms and sulk.  (That’s right sulk! What you going do about it !)

Twin laughs, “Come on finish the story, I want to hear it!”

“No you don’t”

“Yes I do. Look I’am sitting down and listening intently!  Please tell the rest. Please Please PLEASE!  My world is incomplete, there is a massive story shaped void that only you and your hallmark story can fill.  Please don’t leave me to die here empty!”

“Oh be quiet.”

“Seriously finish the story.”

“No.”

“Come on.”

“NO your right.  We meet a guy dance and get the tie. Perdictable, boring. Any half dead person could think it up.”

“Not true. I was joking. I like the story, especially the part about you being a sissy!” Twin laughs

“I didn’t say I was a sissy!  I said I wasn’t going to be a sissy.”

“Same thing” Twin smiles

“It’s so not the same thing at all,” I say

Annoyed I pick up the closest thing to me, which just so happend to be Charles (Twins favorite stuffed bear) and throw it at her head.

Silence fills the room for a few minutes. Twin picks up Charles, brushes him off and places him on her desk.  Meanwhile I try in vain to fix my shattered ego, piecing together optional endings for my “boring” story.

It doesn’t work.

“Okay I just thought of the perfect tie story!”  Twin says, jumping up she grabs the tie from me, “It all started. .. ”

“On a dark and stormy night”, I say mockingly

Charles sails through the air once more, this time in the direction of my head. “Stop it, this is an awesome story just listen.”

“Fine.”  I grab Charles and settle in.  I don’t know what Twin has concocted in that freakish mind of hers but whatever it is it’s definitly not gonna be normal. (It’s probably not going to be believable either).

Twins story.

“So one friday night me and you were bored at home and decided to dress up.” she starts.

“Dress up ??”

“Yes dress up! Quiet and let me tell the story”

“Fine”

“As I was saying we were dressing up.  I decided to be a clown, ”

“Big stretch there,” I reply

“Shut up,” Twin says with a glare.

“Okay, I decided to be a clown scientist.  I had on funky looking tape in the middle glasses and a long white lab coat.  My hair was styled crazily, half flying out in one diretion and the rest in the other.  You were wearing a tight jean mini skirt, hot pink boots and a leopard print tank top”

“WHAT!!! Leopard print and a mini skirt! What Julia Roberts character I’m impersonating Erin Brockovich or Vivian Ward!” *Vivian Ward a.k.a Pretty Women

Twin laughs, “More Vivian than Erin!”

“Great”, I mutter, “What happens next, I’am I strutting the corner of First St and Reimer?”

“Ha Ha, not quite.”

So your dressed up as Vivian and I’m channeling Niels Bohr.  We look over our outfits and realize . . . .. .To be continued . . .

So the plan was to finish up the next two parts of the tie story this weekend and study for finals, but instead . . . .

TWIN TOOK ME ON A SURPRISE ROAD TRIP!!!!!!

Friday evening me and a few friends were out on the town (hanging out at a fair) untill around 11:00 pm.  Then Twin shows up and I think were just going to head back home – wrongo!  Instead she had loaded up the car and we drove 15 hours to Calgary.

It was awesome, from Calgary we went to visit my sister in BC,  we arrived oh about 2 hours ago!

So this is a “Hi” from all of us and a promise that I will finish the Tie as soon as humanly possible.

Gotta run, sups on

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The dancing stranger.

Last fall Twin and I decided to take a trip somewhere, anywhere. The only limits we had were time and money, which pretty much meant we were going to the States. Yippy! !

After looking at all the options we settled on the small seaside town of Fairhaven in Bristol county, MA. While that may seem like an odd sort of choice, it made perfect sense to us, after all we were looking for unique and that’s definitly what we got.

We arrived at the begining of September, when the leaves were in their full glory. To our surprise and delight we happened upon the 3 day long Feast of our Lady of Angels. The food, sights and sounds were faboulous, we walked along the fair grounds and streets exploring the wonder of this lively community.

Now, in regards to the tie, it all started on the day before we were to leave. The fairgrounds were emptying out and shops closing down, so Twin and I decided to go walking down along the shoreline.

We picked our way through the rocks and sand, dancing in and out with the tides, so caught up in our own little world that we didn’t notice how far away from the town we had wandered.

The sun was dipping low in the sky when I mentioned that maybe we should head back. But Twin, caught up in one of her adventurous moods, conviced me to press on for a little longer. There was a spot half a mile ahead where the land curved sharply inland, and the other side of the beach was hiden from sight by an outcropping of rocks and bushes. Once we reached to the opposite side then we would turn around, said she. And so I followed.

As we drew closer to the rocks we began to hear music, not just any radio style music but lively dancing music, the kind played at weddings. When we made our way around the rocks we found that it was indeed a wedding that we had intruded upon.

We stood watching the merriment for a couple of minutes, it was like looking at somthing from a fairy tale. Tables were pouring down form the grass onto the beach, covered in white linen and china. Poles toped with lights and covered in flowers were placed in a prefectly selected “random” pattern in and around the party. Servers walked amoung the guest refilling platters of food and drinks. On the beach a dozen barefooted couples were dancing. 

It was enchanting to watch. 

A minute or two went by before we were spotted. From a group of mature couples gathered around a table, one particulary elegant lady happened to looked up at us.  She flashed a welcoming smile, excused herself from the group and made her way towards us. 

Now I must note that at this moment I wanted to turn and run.  I was incredibly embarrassed, trampsing in on some’s (rather lavish) party was bad enough, but staying around to spy on them and being caught to boot! It was horrifying.  I grabed at Twins arm and told her we should leave.  Her responds, “There’s no point leaving.  We’ve already been spotted.” 

Great, just great. There’s absolutly no way I’m going to be the sissy and bail if she’s staying. 

And so we stood there, bushes and rockes to our back, sand at our feet and one cheery lady rapidly advancing.

‘Well hello, ladies”, she said with a smile, “What can I help you with?”

Part  3 . . .