Mosquito bites

The company’s new pride and joy arrived in Yellowknife this morning, a landmark machine in Canada. It is a pretty nice looking machine once you get around the face only a mother could love. There was apparently quite the to-do this morning. The hangar was packed all the big wigs were in town banners the works.

I missed it all.

I did manage to get to see it before it left for Inuvik. Must be something going on in Inuvik, four machines sent there this week, 3 in the last 24hrs. Anyway slept in a little this morning. Didn’t get to the hangar until almost 9:30… festivities long since over. The wise old sage in our training group thought that after our gourmet dinner at Boston Pizza, it was probably the right time to do Yellowknife up right. Having just recovered from the reality of my salary situation and figuring that with the daily per-diem for food that I could break even for the summer I went along with the plan.

We left B.P. not long after the hockey game; three of us were dropped off at Harley’s Hard Rock Saloon, Yellowknife’s only strip bar and didn’t return to our respective crew houses until 2:30. We also managed to hit the legendary Gold Range, the local native bar and finished it off closing The Raven, one of the dance clubs. All in all it wasn’t too messy, just a late night. I think the highlight of the whole night was the subtle yet lingering aroma in Harley’s… pungent yet somewhat sweet.

I know what you’re thinking, but your wrong.

Mosquito coils.

How thoughtful, after all you can’t expect the clientele to be to enthused if the talent has mosquito bites all over her ass.