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The last 24 hours were:
- Hearing from my daddy that not only is Daniel Leeds still around Santa Cruz, but that he is holding down a steady job as a grease monkey at the 76, and also he remembered me and was surprised I remembered him.
- Eating a good meal with my roommate and boyfriend with good wine.
- Going to the Brickhouse to play pool, only to find out that the Brickhouse is the greatest bar EVER but there is already a group playing pool so all that is left for us three is to play a made up game of darts, look at all the books on the walls, play with the fishies in the tanks on the sides of the walls, and soak in the amazing aura of the room in general. SO my favorite bar in Vancouver.
- We stopped in the Cobalt on the way home for one last pint and a bit of drunken karaoke.
- Walking home life got a little bit more terrifying. We walked up to the stairs to be destracted by a guy yelling 'Help! This woman is hurt!" so we went over to him to see if he was serious and he was. A First Nations woman was sitting there with a strangely calm look on her face while 20-something man pressed a jacket to her neck, which was bleeding profusely. I yelled to get her to lay down, and Christine went over and helped her lay down and placed her head in Chris' lap. She was shaking and going into shock, as another guy took off his jacket and place it on top of her as she slipped farther into shock. 'What's your name, honey, what's your name?' asked Christine over and over until we found out we had Samantha Brown on our hands, with what we saw as a self-inflicted knife wound from one side of her neck to the other. At this point, I called 911 after coaxing from the other guy (it wouldn't hurt to get someone else on the phone). An ambulance showed up just as the police and the plain-clothed cops and a crazy guy with blood on his face showed up. As they placed Samantha on the gurney and into the ambulance, they arrested the guy who was yelling "That's Sam! That's Samantha! Is she hurt?!' At this point Christine was standing still with tears pouring down her face. I wrapped my arms around her and kept telling her that the lady was ok and that Christine did the right thing and that everyone was alright. Eventually we walked away, and though we were stopped momentarily by the police (I was walking kind of stupified with my hands outstretched) they let is go. As we walked home Christine stopped to pee in an alley, and I leaned over against a building and just started bawling. Christine came over and hugged me as I kept crying, Spencer tried but kind of failed.
- We made it home by two, but I woke up at 4 and again at 6 to the noises of Christine vomiting in the toilet. I got her water, made sure she was ok from what we had seen, and then went back to bed. It turns out she has the flu. I didn't want Spencer touching me, or talking to me. I felt better in the morning, but then Spencer and I got in our first argument and it sucked. We made up I guess but I'm still a little confused.
- I was depressed for the rest of the afternoon. I had to do some work but I barely got any done and now I feel miserable and counter productive. My mom reminded me that maybe it's ok that I'm just a bit traumatized.
- Hearing from my daddy that not only is Daniel Leeds still around Santa Cruz, but that he is holding down a steady job as a grease monkey at the 76, and also he remembered me and was surprised I remembered him.
- Eating a good meal with my roommate and boyfriend with good wine.
- Going to the Brickhouse to play pool, only to find out that the Brickhouse is the greatest bar EVER but there is already a group playing pool so all that is left for us three is to play a made up game of darts, look at all the books on the walls, play with the fishies in the tanks on the sides of the walls, and soak in the amazing aura of the room in general. SO my favorite bar in Vancouver.
- We stopped in the Cobalt on the way home for one last pint and a bit of drunken karaoke.
- Walking home life got a little bit more terrifying. We walked up to the stairs to be destracted by a guy yelling 'Help! This woman is hurt!" so we went over to him to see if he was serious and he was. A First Nations woman was sitting there with a strangely calm look on her face while 20-something man pressed a jacket to her neck, which was bleeding profusely. I yelled to get her to lay down, and Christine went over and helped her lay down and placed her head in Chris' lap. She was shaking and going into shock, as another guy took off his jacket and place it on top of her as she slipped farther into shock. 'What's your name, honey, what's your name?' asked Christine over and over until we found out we had Samantha Brown on our hands, with what we saw as a self-inflicted knife wound from one side of her neck to the other. At this point, I called 911 after coaxing from the other guy (it wouldn't hurt to get someone else on the phone). An ambulance showed up just as the police and the plain-clothed cops and a crazy guy with blood on his face showed up. As they placed Samantha on the gurney and into the ambulance, they arrested the guy who was yelling "That's Sam! That's Samantha! Is she hurt?!' At this point Christine was standing still with tears pouring down her face. I wrapped my arms around her and kept telling her that the lady was ok and that Christine did the right thing and that everyone was alright. Eventually we walked away, and though we were stopped momentarily by the police (I was walking kind of stupified with my hands outstretched) they let is go. As we walked home Christine stopped to pee in an alley, and I leaned over against a building and just started bawling. Christine came over and hugged me as I kept crying, Spencer tried but kind of failed.
- We made it home by two, but I woke up at 4 and again at 6 to the noises of Christine vomiting in the toilet. I got her water, made sure she was ok from what we had seen, and then went back to bed. It turns out she has the flu. I didn't want Spencer touching me, or talking to me. I felt better in the morning, but then Spencer and I got in our first argument and it sucked. We made up I guess but I'm still a little confused.
- I was depressed for the rest of the afternoon. I had to do some work but I barely got any done and now I feel miserable and counter productive. My mom reminded me that maybe it's ok that I'm just a bit traumatized.