Whenever I think of Summerside PEI, I think of the Gordon Lightfoot song of the same name. To get to this island one must cross Confederation Bridge, the longest bridge in the world that crosses frozen water.
We never saw the stormy weather that was promised. It was overcast, and some snow had fallen, but not 15-25cm of blowing snow. Halifax to Summerside is only a few hours, and I’m sure that once one reaches the island, no town is less then 1h away. My last time here saw me drive south to charolettown, the capitol and site of Confederation. This trip has me cruising north to Summerside, the 2nd largest city on the island (approx. 14600). It looks to be a lovely summer location spot, yet in the cool sun of April 13, 2005, it was still lovely.
I took some time today and walked a bit of the shore as we packed up the vehicles and waited for people to check out. It feels to have a new artificial sea side feel, laid out for tourists. None the less, its what I think a small sea side town should feel like.
We worked last night at the Heritage Pub, and it went off without a hitch. It was nice to get back to work, as this is the true reason for this road trip. the patrons were really into the event, and there was some crazy poker action. I had a guy go all in on 4th street having flopped a straight, and he was called by a guy with a 2 pair queens and 9s. He was sitting on Q9, and caught a 9 on the river to make a full boat. It was wild.
Days we work seem to be about 12h long. We show up around 1pm, set up for 2-3h, go for dinner, then relax and get ready in the 1h gap. Back to the event for 6:30pm, which runs from 7pm-12:30am. Tare down takes another couple of hours, having us finish around 2am. That makes for a tiresome day. Luckily in PEI i scored a suite, so I was able to crawl into a bathrobe and enjoy an ice cold Keiths that was in my fridge. If I had more time I would have given the Jecuizi tub through its paces.
We had brunch (at 2pm) at this place in Summerside called Berines, and it was ridiculous. Our server, whom I’m sure was ‘the’ Berine, was a midgit with a mullet. Now. I can really say nothing about it, becuase I feel it speaks for itself. I’m not trying to be mean, but its a pretty funny sight to see. Some folks thought that he reminded them of a carnie. Another highlight of Bernies was the ad on the wall for their ‘Bingo for Meat’ night. It seems the prize for winning Bingo at Bernies is a hunk of meat. Wow.
Today we drove to St. John, NB. It smells. Thus far I only have one worthwhile observation — St. John is no St. John’s.
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