12:03 a.m.

About this time is when the various illuminated tiles of my internet browser no longer hold anything for me. There is no status to be updated, no random fact or favorite song to tweet. Just the deafening silence of nature outside of my window and the sweeping calmness of Debussy's "Reverie".

It's times like these that I find my brain more active than it ever was throughout the previous day. In the pure darkness of night I find myself seeing things that were blurred or unclear in the light of day.

Emotions are just that. Motion. They move you. Move you to curl up the corner of your lips, or move you to close your eyes in the hopes of stopping tears from being shed. We can't stop the inevitable ebb and flow of the rise and fall of our feelings. But how do we find the middle?

For those of us that believe in fate, destiny or kismet. The concept that everything has a purpose and a reason for happening would seemingly almost soothe the constant flux in emotions. However, just because I believe that everything happens for a reason doesn't mean that I will understand it.

This is wherein lies the problem. Understanding.

As naturally curious creatures, we constantly strive to understand things that escape us.

I have found myself wishing that life was like watching a film. Some of us will ask "I don't get it. What does that mean?" in frustrated confusion half way through the movie, but there is a small comfort in knowing that if you just wait another 70 minutes, everything is explained.

Now take your regular 2 hour feature film and expand that approximately 80-90 years and add multiple intertwined story arcs, difficult character development, various antagonists, protagonists, villains and heroes, and of course love, loss, comedy, horror, sadness and ultimately happiness. However, unlike Paramount and Disney's finest, you are met with the fact that it just might not all be explained and understood at the end.

So, I am left just as confused as I was at the beginning. Who knows if this even makes any sense. After all, it is just the ramblings of an overactive mind in the quiet night/morning.

Peas & Luhv,

Brie

How Do You Say Stripper in French?

Montreal - the land of horrible drivers, incredible shopping and the best poutine to ever touch your lips.

Montreal for me also meant a reunion with my dear friend Molly. So, I ditched the boys to hang out with a girl for the first time in about a week. Naturally we sat down to devour some decent poutine. After walking down St. Laurent, Moll directed my navy blue keds into the most amazing consignment/vintage store on St. Catherine’s Street, which was packed to the roof with amazing clothing. The owner offered us a free espresso and gave me an opportunity to use my very rusty French. I came away with two beautiful scarves and a huge smile on my face.

The boys were booked to play a show at the Just For Laughs Museum and it went fantastic. It was the first time I had ever seen a conga line done to Movie Life… that I wont soon forget. The boys closed out the night with Marry Me Mary and a compilation of everyone’s favorite top 40 hits.

Travel Alberta was amazing and put us up in a five star hotel in downtown Montreal, “Hotel Le Crystal”. (Google it. Seriously.) Although it took us 20 minutes to drive maybe 5 blocks, (thanks to the habs game that just ended as we left) the boys had just played a great show, we sold a fair amount of merch, and again, there was an open bar. What do we do to celebrate? … Strippers? Of course.

The next morning meant I was extremely sad to say “Au Revoir” to Molly and Montreal, but we were off to Ottawa.

Peas & Luhv,

Brie