Insanity!
12/28/01
Oh. My. Gawd.
We’re. Going. To. Die. Impaled. On. Hockey Sticks.
So here we are in Vancouver. Amazing that myself, Bertie, Jesse, and roommate Pot Pie made it here in one piece. The first leg of our trip was mostly with lots of stuttering stops. This was all in attempts to get out of fricking bay area traffic, and then for Arbys, and finally, to master our tunes for the remainder of the trip. A brief stopover in Best Buy for a $10 gadget widget which allows Bertie’s discman to transmit psychic grooves to my speakers. I dunno how it works, but it was cheap, and I had my Ska Punk mixes carrying me through the first large leg of the drive.
Not quite sure if we could make it all the way through to Seattle or stop over in Portland, we pushed forward. Jesse & Pot Pie driving graveyard shift. Mike, aka LeBastard was our gracious host that greeted us at something like 5:30 AM. And yes, Bertie & I both slept in Mike’s bed. It was *hot*.
PotPie slept with a kitty on his chest. Unfortunately, that’s the type of kitty that meows. Though I imagine that it, too, smelled a little like tuna. I’m sure no one is surprised that Mike lives in a house totally overflowing with Pussy. Cats.
(pardon & apologies ~ Roadtrips and being in a car too long with the same people, drinking too many redbulls leads to incredibly inapropriate and crass jokes. I’ll be my kind & civil self soon. Promise. Maybe)
Dim. Sum. Rocks. My,. Socks.
Mike brought our starving crew to a little Chinese place about 20 minutes before they shut down the Dim Sum service. This, of course, meant that all the wait staff was pushing all their dishes on us within 30 seconds of sitting down at the table. Myself, being famished, had no complaints. No waiting around at all and the food was quite tasty & satisfying. Gai Lan, Shiu Mai, etc etc.
After getting back on the road, we crossed the Canadian border and immediately started craving “Two-Fours” and the desire to see mounties. We arrived at Ritchie’s home and were greeted by his Mom, Mrs. Macapinlac greeted us at the door in a cute little house dress. Obviously she hasn’t seen video footage of me chucking tampons during SXSW or Bertie & I enacting fake lesbo sex.
And then off to Boston Pizza. WTF. Pizza is not what Boston is known for, folks. Hello, clue to the Canadians. Boston is known for a few choice things. #1 - The Boston Symphony Orchestra. #2 - Roast Chicken. #3 - Beer. and #4 - Schooling assholes. (Kidding Bertie). #5 - People that drive like *ASS*. (Not Kidding). Ritchie talked me into the decadent tortolini alfredo with baked cheese. I was a happy pooting gal last night with a very full tummy.
We later speculated on the notion of renting a movie, watching anime, or pimping off PotPie but opted instead to make fun of Kit Kats & taking obnoxious pictures inside of Roger’s Video. This is what happens when Americans come to your border. They start picking fights with locals carrying hockey sticks and moose heads, eh?
We’re here for 5 more days.
Be very afraid.
Min Jung Canuckie
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