Tuesday, June 05, 2007

A Day at the Trashcona High Neighbour Festival

Sheena turned to Evita the Girl Dictator and said, "So, can you tell you're not in Kanata anymore?" She turned a bit pale and her eyes widened. Soaking in sub-species not frequently seen in Ottawa suburbs. The Skullet. The CN'R. The Emotionally Crippled Jets Fan. More tats and mullets per square inch than any other postal code. Where you are what you drove in 1988.








And yes God does exist, because in Transcona He manifests Himself through the goodness and wonder that is the Perogy Pizza

6 Comments:

At 8:36 AM, Blogger pumpernickel said...

Wasn't Transcona meats used as a model for the Sopranos butcher shop?

 
At 11:40 AM, Anonymous sooey said...

That's a pizza I could get into, Sheena. But I thought Trashcona was a made-up place.

 
At 1:57 PM, Blogger Lisa said...

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At 1:59 PM, Blogger Lisa said...

You shouldn't wander around Transcona without a trained guide.

 
At 3:51 PM, Blogger raymi lauren said...

perogy pizza!!!!!!!!

 
At 3:40 PM, Blogger Sheena said...

I was a Doubting Thomas when my dining companions suggested it, but I felt just like Saul on the road to Damascus after the first sour-cream smeared bite. If they used this for communion I think I'd start going to church again.

 

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