I’m writing to you from Cornwall, Ontario. That is a sentence I would never have imagined typing. In my life. It’s a stopover. I drove this time, if for no other reason than to complete the triumvirate of  “Planes, Trains and Auto-mobiles”.

I actually feel so much better about this trip to Montreal than the last one. For one thing I’m keeping my investment to a minimum. My expenses will be limited to gas (which I worked out should not cost me more than 194 loaves of bread and a goat), and the cost of a night at the luxurious Best Western Cornwall. I’m very into Best Western all of the sudden, and not so much The Sheratons, given my last experience with them. And besides, TripAdvisor ranks this the best hotel in Cornwall. Which is probably a little like getting the best noose at your lynching, but whatever.

To be honest, I gotta say this is fun. The drive here was so easy. Top down most of the way, music blaring, and a little leftover sushi on the seat beside me. What more can a guy ask for? And I like this little hotel. They couldn’t be any nicer. And there’s a sports bar downstairs. You know what? I think I may go down and have a beer. I imagine Cornwall is the kind of place a guy could get in a bar fight, and that’s one of the things on my bucket list (along with winning a major poker tournament!) Would it be too much to ask if I could cross both those things off in one fell swoop?

Or… there’s a exercise room. I could go four miles on the treadmill. Hmmm. Bar fight. Treadmill. Bar fight. Treadmill. What would you do? I’m gonna go grab a brewski and think it over. I’ll let you know what happens.

Tournament starts tomorrow at 11:00 AM so I’ll get a good night’s sleep, wake up early and drive the hour and a half to Montreal.

Or I’ll wake up with a bloody nose in a jail cell. If so, I hope they have Wi-Fi. That’ll be a good blog.