So I have a secret confession. I adore Sarnia.
As I was driving home last night, actually very early this morning I was overcome with a sense of nostalgia.
I was heading home to the place of by beginning, No, not to my mother's womb but to Sarnia.
I pass the Lambton County sign and I am overcome with excitement to push the pedal down a little bit further and to turn the music up a little bit louder.
Then I see the Sarnia sign and the northern lights in the distance. (Humm, nevermind that's the casino) I sigh with relief that I am finally home and take a quick peak in my rearview mirror of the sign that lingers behind me.
You know in the movies where a traveller comes home from being away for way too long and collapses and kisses the ground? That's how I feel about here. Except I am greeted with way too much food and the overwhelming smell of clean laundry.
I am aware that Sarnia does consist of numerous dank bars and most people my age are engaging in premarital sex as challangers in an olympic sport but still I am entralled by the wonder of the city...
So bring on segalls, under the bridge french fries and Ice Cream Galore...
There is no place like home!
8 comments:
I didn't quite get the gist of you message here.... So you're saying that you like Sarnia?
(oh, and by the way, fries under the bridge and ice cream galore is Point Edward)
I Know I know...
I like sarnia:)
I have never been to Sarnia, ever.
Except once, when we picked Dan up on our way to Michigan for the Best Road Trip Ever.
I'm sure it's nice, but I'm not sure it really holds a candle up to Beamsville, though.
I'd vote for premarital sex as an Olympic sport over ice dancing anyday.
I have a medal in married sex as an olympic record... (not for speed) he hem... Sarnia SUCKS... the arrogant worms tell me so.
You are sick...I am gonna pull a matt and edit you if you don't stop...
As someone who lives in Montreal and hopes to avoid returning to Sarnia in the foreseeable future, I think you are insane. Even if we are related.
Sarnia, it's a nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to live there. Unfortunatly I do, pretty much.
It smells bad, the people have mullets, it is a MUST to like cheap domestic beer and chicken wings if you go to a bar, and I think the street wise cop (Ray something Italian) from Chicago on the TV series Due South said it best: "If I'm ever in Sarnia, shoot me."
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