This weekend was one of complete failure.
The other day I was invited to go up north to Tremblant to hang out at a cottage. My Ottawa people were going and all I had to do was get myself up there. But the most convenient bus was not convenient enough, and I was forced to consider other alternatives. The other alternative, as suggested by my coworker, was to rent a car. For obvious reasons, I had reservations about going down that road again. (I think that might have been a joke in that sentence.)
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