I heard that there was going to be a shooting star bonanza in the sky two nights ago. What a gold-mine of wishing opportunities! So of course I got all excited and decided to go on an adventure to see them.
I figured that the best place to watch shooting stars would be from the top of Mount Royal. So I hiked all the way from my house to Beaver Lake. I must say, it was beautiful up there. The sun set, colouring the sky with gold and pink, and the moon was a huge silver toenail near the horizon. Some children played nearby and a nice family had a picnic. Line dancing music was coming from the chalet across the water, giving the whole scene a festive feel.
I counted 21 stars. Geeze louise, it's hard to see stars in Montreal. But I was not going to give up! I laid on my back in the grass and refused to leave until I saw at least one shooting star. I wanted to have a wish, gosh darn it.
It got cold. And the families were all leaving. And some strange man in black "creepy stranger" glasses was lying near me.
I knew I had to go. So, I wished upon a satellite. Do you think a satellite wish can come true? The magic of the satellite? I hope so. I wished for what everyone wishes for - a little bit of love. And in my mind I could hear the satellite going, "God, not another one. Love? What do these humans think I am? Cupid? I'm a satellite for fucks sake!"
And then it came time for me to come home. I took one look down the trail and was like, "Oh shit". The daytime normal, happy, green, friendly path had turned into a nighttime monster hole of pitch black. The kind of black where every single bad guy in Montreal is most likely hiding out in. I walked down the trial for five minutes, wimped out, and then turned back to be under the lamp posts of Beaver Lake.
I am not proud of what I did next.
I knew I had to get home somehow. I figured that there had to be another way off the mountain that didn't involve going down the freaky path. So I walked around until I found a couple moseying about. And then I followed them.
I tried to keep my distance, I really did. I tried to be a stealthy like a spy so that they wouldn't be creeped out by me. When one of them turned around, I pretended to be going in a different direction. When they slowed down, I tied my shoes. But despite all of my stealth, I could tell that the girl was wondering why some strange lady was trailing them. She kept giving me "who do you think you are" looks. I returned her looks with my innocent "what? I just happen to be going the exact same direction as you" face. She probably thought I was CIA or something. Or maybe an ex-girlfriend of the guy she was with. And then I got worried that she might try to claw my eyes out.
Thankfully, they led me to a street. I quickly turned in the very opposite direction of the couple and hurried away. I was still a bit lost though, but a nice lady pointed me in the right direction (including a shortcut through a hospital, which weirded me out a little).
So that's my shooting star story. I'll keep you posted on the satellite wish and if it works or not. Wishing upon satellites could be very convenient.
I did not see this. I got this photo at http://queenaudy.blogspot.com/