Thirty-eight? Thirty-fuckin-eight? I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you all! Especially everyone on the jury!

A friend of mine went to New York last week and hit up a bunch of museums and the like. Another friend went to Cuba and (presumably, as I haven’t seen her since she got back) got herself a tan and/or heatstroke. Still others went to Vancouver (and sent us a postcard knowing full well it wouldn’t get here until she came back to Kingston).Me? I stayed here and enjoyed the above-freezing temperatures. Only barely above freezing, mind you. But I was robbed—not because I didn’t get to go to New York or Cuba or Vancouver, mind you. It was because the Scott Tournament of Hearts didn’t start until Saturday. (Um, I think that means I could’ve been watching it over the weekend and didn’t. Because I’m stupid. Hurray. —Ed.)Ever since first year it’s been a tradition of sorts to stay in Kingston, sit on my ass and watch curling all week, and then go home to catch the last weekend of the Toronto auto show. This year I did neither. The auto show’s my fault (that and the buffoons that thought it’d be fun to charge $12 or whatever admission is this year) but the curling? *sigh*Whatever. With Kelley Law out of this year’s tourney, I turn to new favourite Suzanne Gaudet, who unfortunately doesn’t seem to be doing nearly so well this year as last. Figures. (Law is apparently taking time off to have a baby.)