I barely know where to start.
Except to say that I find myself in Ft McMurray, and it hasn't stopped buzzing since I arrived.
Boys and their shiny toys have been cruising the streets day and night. Most of these boys are driving shiny new Ford 350s. Most of them are 31 years old, the average age in this city. Most of them are probably making $177,000 a year, the average annual income in this city.
Now some of you may be thinking, 'Fantastic! Maybe she'll finally meet her man!" Well, to you I have to say, 'Not bloody likely...' For this is one of those towns where, as the saying goes, 'the odds are good, but the goods are...odd'. (My apologies to any sweet Fort Mac boys who may be reading this post! It's just that I fear we may be ideologically opposed, but if that's not the case or you're open to converting :) let's talk.)
As far as the place itself goes, it's certainly a party. A sausage-fest to be more precise. But I won't be moving here anytime soon. I'm more inclined to think along the same lines as Neil Young, who in Washington DC this past Monday declared Fort McMurray's oilsands a 'wasteland'. In response, a local Fort McMurray station decided to pull Young's music from their playlist. My response to them, is to play his music as loud as I can. Here's one of my (particularly relevant) faves:
Now, as for Ft Mac, someone had better call the cops to shut down this 'party' that's going on, because it's bringing down our house. Literally.