So I’m in Cambridge, ON for the holidays. I was born here, most of my family still resides here so of course when Christmas rolls around I make the obligatory trip home. Which never ceases to amuse me more often then not. The vast differences between Cambridge and Montreal are huge. Cambridge has a population of about 130,000 vs Montreal which has a population of 1,620,693 as of the 2006 census. You’re likely wondering why this matters… Let alone what the hell this has to do with Medusa.
I’ll tell you why…
When I walk the streets of Montreal, I seem to ‘blend in’ more. It’s a larger city, which is also a lot more open minded then my hometown, which seems to be on occasion, still stuck in the dark ages. So the other night when I was at a local bar with some friends, standing outside. I happened to grab the attention of someone and he took one look at my face and zeroed in on my Medusa piercing. The rapt, childlike fascination he had with my piercing was pretty priceless (I’m going to assume he was also pretty drunk) He said something to the effect of: “Holy fuck, don’t tell me that’s pierced for real!?!” ‘Yes, it most certainly is.’ “Wow! That must of hurt?” Your damn right it did (most painful piercing I have to date as a matter of fact)’ “Wow! That’s crazy. Oh my God, you have your tongue pierced too? wow!” “You must be crazy!?!” Me: With the most diabolical, sinister look on my face that I could muster (think Jack Nicholson in the Shining) ; looked at him dead on and said: “Why yes, yes I am”.
The look on his face was so precious it was priceless! He looked frightened ha ha! He looked at me on last time with that same awe struck look on his face and said “wow, I should stay away from you!!” Enter creeper face and I said: “Yes, yes you should.” He looked so terrified I thought he was going to wet his pants! He hightailed it back into the bar so fast and I’m pretty sure he left soon after that.
Amy & I got a good laugh out of that one! That’s the beautiful thing about being on vacation, even if it’s just in your hometown. You don’t live here, so it doesn’t matter what you do or how much you mess with drunk people (within reason of course, I don’t set out to be malicious in any way) it can be pretty entertaining.
It’s a shame that it wasn’t summer or at the very least warm enough to warrant showing this off:
My Medusa tattoo
She tends to freak people out. Medusa is pretty awesome all around mind you. Too bad I didn’t posses the ability to turn people into stone. Not all the time mind you, just on occasion. I’m thinking that would come in handy someday. No?
In any case, it’s good to be me 😉