These nights of lovely violence, upon the bedroom floor
I can’t believe it’s already over. It doesn’t even feel like it happened. Everything was far too short this time. Even when Teresa came home with me, her trip got cut short because we got caught stealing my dad’s car one night, and I almost got kicked out of the house. Needless to say, she got sent home early by my angry dad. Either way, I had a lot of fun, there and here. Well, for the most part. The last two nights Teresa was in Edmonton, they were… Not so hot.
So, BC details first. The ride out was boring, I read the whole time. I got into Vancouver at 12:30pm and Bernice (Teresa’s mom) picked me up from the station. We had to book it like mad to the sky train so that we could get off at Granville and make our connecting bus to Horseshoe Bay for the ferry. We ended up making it, though when we ran out onto the sidewalk to get our bus at Granville, I fell extremely ungracefully on my face. My suitcase went flying and I skinned my hands. Good thing I’ll never see any of those people again. So we got on the ferry, and I went up to the open deck to have a cigarette. I must have starred at the water and mountains for a good 20 minutes before going back inside.
When we got to the Langdale terminal, Teresa and her friends Casey (Jared’s sister) and Katherine picked us up. We went home for two seconds, before going on a random cigarette drive. Then Teresa went to work until 9, and I had a long nap. Afterwards, Teresa, Casey and I went out to Bonniebrook beach. (After stopping at the liquor store and buying two 2 litre coolers. Cranberry - and of course - bacon flavour.) Eventually their friend Justin came to holler, and we all chilled and stared at the stars while getting crunk. And oh God. The stars, the stars are so much more beautiful out there. I sit and stare out of my bedroom window every night at the stars here in Edmonton, but they don’t even compare. I’m pretty sure you can see eight billion more there. And that was also the night that I walked in the ocean for the first time.
The next morning I was woken up by a Jared lying on top of me wanting a hug. I finally managed to get out of bed, and chit-chatted with he and Cody in the living room for a few minutes before they had to go back to work. Later in the evening, Teresa and I went to Katherine’s house for her birthday get-together. We all chilled on her giant patio and enjoyed chocolate martinis and blue… somethings. They were delicious. We did five too many shots of tequila and clearly, by the time Teresa, Casey and I went back to Teresa’s, we were pretty much sloshed. We then decided to go out again with Justin to Bonniebrook beach. Teresa passed out on a log. I tripped and bruised my leg on some logs. It was radical.
The next day was Teresa’s birthday, and we slept in, (Er, I slept in) and had a delicious breakfast with Casey. Casey went to work, and Jared came over. We all got ready to go to Gramma’s Pub for Teresa’s family dinner thinger. We went and it was pretty pimped. Within 45 minutes, Teresa was pretty hammered. I had a delicious Cajun Caesar salad wrap, and a margarita. Jared was feeling sick, so he went home early. Though I did get many-a-sexy-picture of him before he left. We stayed for a few more hours with Teresa’s family, and then headed back to her house.
After sucking back some helium balloons, we left for the Black Fish and met Quinn on the way. The next few hours were a weird mix of drunken chats in the bathroom with my new drunk friends Tara and Tracy. No idea who they were. But I’m pretty sure Teresa at least knew Tara. Quinn and I split a jug of beer and Teresa bought me a Pornstar martini. Eventually the bar closed, and Teresa and I went home. On the way however, we saw a random parking lot fire going on at Home Hardware. We walked over and of course, there were two random Lebanese boys using a Hookah. Fuck yeah.
At some Godforsaken hour in the morning, Quinn text messaged me because he’d gotten ditched by the friends he went home with. So he came back to Teresa’s and we had an early morning cigarette and a chat about how much we hate each other and whatnot. Then we went back to bed. The next day was pretty mellow. Teresa, Bernice, Quinn and I played Scene It twice, and dear God. Note to everyone; always play that game with me. You’ll win, seriously. Quinn left for work, and Teresa, Bernice and I watched Hook. We packed a bit, and then went to sleep.
We left the next morning on the ferry and got to the Greyhound station in Van at about 5:30pm. We had a wonderful McDonald's dinner, and then went out to wait for the bus. My lovely little Kira came to the station to say a short goodbye, and it was great. So glad I got to finally meet her in person. We got on the bus. We picked up my sister in Chilliwack. 13 hours later, we were home. We took a lot of Gravol, and slept most of the way. I totally enjoyed some treats in Kamloops with some strangers. Ohh me.
We went to Denny’s with Matthew when we got back into Edmonton, and then Matthew drove us home. We then chilled at my home until Matthew was off of work later that night. Then we stole the car and drove over to his side of the city. We hung out in the West Edmonton Mall parking lot with Maryjane, and that was pretty much all. In the next few days, we went to The Fringe, shopped on Whyte Ave, shopped at West Ed, and hung out with my friends. Friday night we went to Whyte Ave to hit up the bars with Kat, Filliep and Larry. We wandered from The Black Dog to O'Byrnes, and eventually to the Strat. I enjoyed an entire jug of beer to myself within half an hour, and had two shots of tequila with Teresa. Later on, the night turned to complete death when none of us could agree on what to do post-bar.
And alas, Saturday night, we got caught with the car. Teresa, Mandy and I were supposed to meet Matthew at The Roost. But first, we decided to drive to the airport to buy Teresa's plane ticket. Not even half way there, and my cell phone got a call from my dad's cell. Now for those of you who don't know, I've been "borrowing" my dad's car since I was fifteen. I don't have my license, so clearly it's not allowed. Not to mention, I got caught a week before this incident one night when I went to Matthew's. But for the most part, it's a 1/50 chance that my dad will come downstairs for a drink in the middle of the night and notice the car is gone. I've been taking it all summer. And last summer, and so on and so forth.
I won't bother getting into the lectures and everything we had to listen to that night, but yeah, it was bad. I got my computer, cell phone and house keys taken away. And obviously the car keys. My dad was ready to kick me out, but I used the crying card, and after a lot of talking we were cool again. I got my computer back the next day, and I got my cell phone and house keys back today. But yes. Teresa had to go home two days early. Definitely not fucking cool.
However, we're planning to have a December coast visit for my 19th birthday purposes. Matthew and I are going to drive out there just after Christmas and rent a hotel room at the hotel beside Teresa's. We'll also be staying for new years, it'll be rad. So, my coast & Van kids, get ready to party like it's 1999.
Anyhow.
Back to school is creeping up awfully fast. I'm not really about that, at all. It means the end of summer partying. And I'm definitely not down with it. Matthew and I had our celebration day/night today. We went to Whyte and shopped, and ate a lot of Tim Hortons. Obviously we know how to roll like true playas. With back to school time also comes Marisa-in-Fort-Mac time. No thanks about it. She's gone already. Summer is gone already. Edmonton winter = death.
This year is going to be a lot different.
I don't think I'm cool with it at all right now.
Goodnight.