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let's do this again.
i made it to work on new years day, spaced out and still slightly drunk. the holiest fortune of BAD WEATHER and 40-knot winds had us cancel this boat trip, sending all travellers up to victoria on busses. jessica and i made it onto the less-packed bus. bussing to victoria and back. it's a long day. i was so relieved, though; it's so much easier and gentler to take a mild bus ride up through the beautiful countryside than to be on my feet for 10 hours and serve so many people stupid crap baskets. especially after a night like the one before. wheels on the road. scenic countryside. i love it.
the BC Ferries are gigantic, serving all traffic from the mainland to Vancouver Island. multiple vehicle decks, packing semi-trucks and charter buses in like sardines. a cafeteria, a restaurant buffet, arcades, a store, massage chairs. yet in all of its massive tonnage, the GLORIOUS WIND had this monstrosity listing to the side quite a bit, and adding another 1/3rd of the time to it's crossing.
you know all about me, and extreme weather. you know how it excites me like nothing else; the power of elemental forces beyond any hope of human control. wind, waves, the play of the wind on the water. i was out on the bow with these extreme elements, looking like an idiot. screaming and laughing. did not care! there were times when it was so strong i had no grip on the ground! i could lean backwards against the wind, cushioned by it. whipped around. that was the purest instance of enjoyment and fun i've had in how long?
the bus driver on the return trip was an older canadian man named Brian with a beautiful sculpted face, graceful grey-white hair and completely perfect posture. he is going to take a vacation to the mayan ruins in mexico soon. these men spend countless hours on the road, at the wheel. days through the cityscapes and countrysides of the continent, lonely nights staring at miles and miles of headlight gleaming off of asphalt. what does he think about, for all these hours of silence? where does his mind go?
got back to seattle shortly after midnight, home after 1am. more scant sleep to be back at 6:30 again for another day of bussing and cancelled boats... i worked 48 hours total those three days, the 31st, 1st, and 2nd. they let me have yesterday off. bless Bruce's soul.
i did then have a day of relaxation yesterday; gently assisting Jess & Kobi as they scrambled to get ready for their own adventure to the Dominican Republic, they left last night. just me and the cat. i take off tomorrow, back down to CALIFORNIA. for all that i seem to complain about that state, in southerm california it is clear skies and highs in the 80s. i am so ready for that, right now. i'll be staying with my grandfather in garden grove, the one and only residence that i have known my entire life. he's very close to the ocean. i'm sure he'd let me borrow his town car out to the beach one day. i'll get a beer and lie on the sand, chilling the fuck out.
the sun is rising, backwards, from my own horizon. it is dawn, and soon i'll see the light of day once more.
i made it to work on new years day, spaced out and still slightly drunk. the holiest fortune of BAD WEATHER and 40-knot winds had us cancel this boat trip, sending all travellers up to victoria on busses. jessica and i made it onto the less-packed bus. bussing to victoria and back. it's a long day. i was so relieved, though; it's so much easier and gentler to take a mild bus ride up through the beautiful countryside than to be on my feet for 10 hours and serve so many people stupid crap baskets. especially after a night like the one before. wheels on the road. scenic countryside. i love it.
the BC Ferries are gigantic, serving all traffic from the mainland to Vancouver Island. multiple vehicle decks, packing semi-trucks and charter buses in like sardines. a cafeteria, a restaurant buffet, arcades, a store, massage chairs. yet in all of its massive tonnage, the GLORIOUS WIND had this monstrosity listing to the side quite a bit, and adding another 1/3rd of the time to it's crossing.
you know all about me, and extreme weather. you know how it excites me like nothing else; the power of elemental forces beyond any hope of human control. wind, waves, the play of the wind on the water. i was out on the bow with these extreme elements, looking like an idiot. screaming and laughing. did not care! there were times when it was so strong i had no grip on the ground! i could lean backwards against the wind, cushioned by it. whipped around. that was the purest instance of enjoyment and fun i've had in how long?
the bus driver on the return trip was an older canadian man named Brian with a beautiful sculpted face, graceful grey-white hair and completely perfect posture. he is going to take a vacation to the mayan ruins in mexico soon. these men spend countless hours on the road, at the wheel. days through the cityscapes and countrysides of the continent, lonely nights staring at miles and miles of headlight gleaming off of asphalt. what does he think about, for all these hours of silence? where does his mind go?
got back to seattle shortly after midnight, home after 1am. more scant sleep to be back at 6:30 again for another day of bussing and cancelled boats... i worked 48 hours total those three days, the 31st, 1st, and 2nd. they let me have yesterday off. bless Bruce's soul.
i did then have a day of relaxation yesterday; gently assisting Jess & Kobi as they scrambled to get ready for their own adventure to the Dominican Republic, they left last night. just me and the cat. i take off tomorrow, back down to CALIFORNIA. for all that i seem to complain about that state, in southerm california it is clear skies and highs in the 80s. i am so ready for that, right now. i'll be staying with my grandfather in garden grove, the one and only residence that i have known my entire life. he's very close to the ocean. i'm sure he'd let me borrow his town car out to the beach one day. i'll get a beer and lie on the sand, chilling the fuck out.
the sun is rising, backwards, from my own horizon. it is dawn, and soon i'll see the light of day once more.