I do apologize for leaving you hanging like that in my previous article, but my unquenchable desire to use question marks got the best of me. Here I am once again. So fret not my darlings, that fresh air did not choke my city lungs, nor did the sun burn my pasty skin. Quite the contrary in fact: I am told I wheeze much less when watching my soaps, and that raw chicken skin look I was going for seems to have been remedied (my Udon noodle shade of white is much more becoming).
Oh, did I mention that Veronique and I are now waiting for your patronage at our new Mont-Tremblant Altitude Sports? Well we are. Seriously. Come buy stuff. I’m nicer than I look, I swear. Ok, maybe not Monday mornings, so swing by Wednesday-ish. I’ll make you a coffee. Latte, not filter. Just off the 117 after the grocery stores.
Max is going to be mad if I don’t incorporate some outdoor epiphany I have recently had, so I will get to the point: I love water. Not playing with it, sillybilly, but drinking it! I’m not joking; the city stole from me this love. We have fallen once again, me and this sultry mistress, in love. Although some afternoons, under the sun’s tenacious rays, I would justifiably term it lust. Power drinks with non existent fruit names like Electric Apple left me powerless in the big city, with large corporation marketing schemes overpowering my puny taste buds. I mean come on, have you ever picked electric apples? Are there electric apple orchards? No. But there are streams and rivers up North, and if you are stupid enough you can drink from them. Momentary bliss followed by several weeks of diarrhea. Some would say it was worth it…
My point is that I am officially going back to the basics, and am exultant about this fact. I am back on the water bandwagon. The town of St-Jovite is surrounded by impressive singletracks for mountain biking, rock walls for climbing, small, picturesque roads for cycling, (golf courses if you are into that sort of thing) etc. All of these activities can be enjoyed alongside a tall glass of water. I recommend it, you won’t be disappointed.
4 Comments
By Max Altitude (Staff), July 22, 2009 at 5:50 pm
Mark, you saved your post man. I was about to unnaprove it and then I saw my name…. I shivered. I’ll drink a full glass of cold Montreal water thinking of you!
By RetailEmo, July 21, 2009 at 10:24 am
don’t be jealous about our love
By Mark Alti, July 17, 2009 at 3:32 pm
Why are there so many spelling mistakes? Who wrote this trite pile of feces? Oh I did
By Dave Altitude (Staff), July 17, 2009 at 4:52 pm
I started correcting the spelling mistakes in your article but then I came across the word “Sillybilly” and this: “I’m not joking; the city stole from me this love. We have fallen once again, me and this sultry mistress, in love.” Then I figured I should just leave your article alone; it’s much more embarrassing for you that way.