When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
Jeez…my hair looks TERRIBLE today.
What’s a word that you say a lot?
“F*ck”…which isn’t something you’d expect to hear from good ol’ CBG because I rarely curse at all on my blog. But in “real life”, I curse waaaay too much.
Your worst enemy?
Myself.
If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?
Y’know, super powers are over-rated. With a million bucks, I could take a trip in an airplane…so really, I’d get the best of both worlds.
The last song you listened to?
If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?
French…without a shadow of a doubt. Y’see, I live in New Brunswick, Canada…which is the only official bilingual province in Canada. If I was fluently bilingual, the job market would easily double for me. In fact, if I was bilingual then the GOOD jobs (i.e. government) would be available to me, as well.
What’s your favourite town/city?
It’s funny because my initial reaction was to say Orlando, Florida. The problem with that is I’m more a fan of the theme parks than the city itself. So just based on the trip I took there a couple of years ago (and totally NOT influenced by my dinner with Random Esquire), I’d have to say Chicago. It was an unbelievable city with unbelievable character and I cannot wait to go back there again one day, preferably on a vacation with Sunshine.
Can you change the oil on a car?
If you mean Can I drive to the closest Mr. Lube?, then the answer is “Yes”.
How far back do you know about your ancestry?
My grandfather told me a story about my ancestry before he passed away 10+ years ago. He said that my family were originally Roman-Catholic immigrants from France who located on Prince Edward Island upon arriving in Canada. My great great grandfather (or add another “great” in there…I’m not sure) was a farmer who would sell his wares to the locals. One of his best customers was the local parish.
Apparently, the local priest began buying produce from another farmer. At that point, the family was packed up, moved to mainland Nova Scotia, and ended up becoming English United immigrants who stopped speaking French.
Whether or not any of that story is true, it’s always stayed with me and made me smile when remembering my grandfather telling it.
The last time you dressed fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy?
Actually, I wore a suit just last month to attend my work’s “recognition event”…which had a James Bond theme. Where I was in the first week of Movember, I was lucky enough to have gotten photographic proof of said event.
