Away in a Maineger

Two more days in Maine and already so mainey more stories to tell.

Though the cool Atlantic breeze does strike the nostril much more
comfortably than the lovely New York summer scent of urine and roasted
garbage Maine is certainly still taking some getting used to.

Since we are being put up in Bowdoinham, many members of the cast are
set up in what we like to call Bowdoinhome stays. Luckily along with a
fellow cast mate, I will not endure this fate. However while waiting
for what I will affectionately  refer to as my  summer home to be
prepared I did have to spend a few nights doing homestay. We met an
absolutely lovely womaine named Peggy who hosted us in her home. Now
in my 4 years undercover as an American Peggy has got to be the most
Canadian American I have ever met. First of all she recycles
EVERYTHING. Not everything like I occasionally recycle bottles or cans
if I drop them in the blue bin by accident. No. EVERYTHING. According
to Peggy she takes a bag of trash out once every six months. And that
this part of Maine is the most Eco friendly in the US (see only a
Canadian would know and be proud of such a boring fact.)
When I returned with my large plastic Wendy's cup (natch) and asked
her where the garbage was she looked at me appallingly. "oh no" she
said "just rinse it oot." (I've decided she has the accent now too) "I
take em down to the *insert weird recycle plant* every week. Didjaknow
they can use those cups to make lawn chairs with." Another boring/
proud fact and also the use of Didja I'm pretty sure at this point she
pees maple syrup. Now the cherry on top of the Canadian cake. The
artwork.
All through Peggy's home were numerous beautiful wood carvings. Now I
haven't seen this many wood carvings anywhere other than the gift shop
of the CN tower or maybe Old Quebec city. That's it. But she had tons.
Though beautiful as ever still and irrefutably Canadian as fuck.
(guess we have that in common)

I have included some of them for your viewing pleasure so you can see
what I mean.

Grr the Canadian gods are angry!!

Canadian Tai Chi/Just another drunk Canadian bitch trying to dance
(me once again)

Wooden Vajazzling! 

What I will look like in 30 years after all the years of intentional sun damage

Okay this I liked because let's be honest that just straight up looks like fisting

So to conclude the tale of my bowdoinhome stay I leave you with one
final image. No its not an equity cot this was my bed...

But don't worry about me I'll maineage somehow.
Until next time,

Peggy you are the Maine event.
Goodbye