skeevy gas stations, the Greenriver killer, too much coffee - a weekend of win
So my weekend, starting on Friday night, played out something like this.
I was late getting out of class. We told BJ we'd meet her at the Royal at five. We didn't even leave until quarter to. Her GO train got in at the same time we were leaving...oops. And then I took the wrong exit of the Gardner. This exit gave me the option of turning three ways upon entering the city - lights and people, dark and no people, and more dark and no people. Needless to say, I took the lights and people. Which took me in the wrong direction. Which deposited me at Queen and Woodbine. I had to actually get out of my car and ask directions. I tried the lady in Coffee Time first (cause, you know, lights and people are slightly less scary than no lights and no people and gas-station man). She couldn't find us on the map and didn't know where the Exhibition Place was so I gave up. Next came gas-station man. Who turned out to be quite nice. except he knew less English than Coffee-Time. In any case, he got me back on track - and pointed out that I had gone two pages in the wrong direction (my map is a book. I was a long way lost)
The Royal was fantastic. I dined on free samples. Who doesn't love free stuff? I got soap samples, which I sadly didn't not dine on. And I purchased fudge and suckers (which I've somehow lost - too much drama, I'll explain later) and a Cory Street mug for Laura's Christmas present!
I managed to get back on the Gardner without too much trouble and then from there to the QEW and then from there to the 403. No trouble. None whatsoever. Then it started to rain. And then I ended up parked on the side of the road, curled up in the backseat, wondering if this is how Sammy felt when Dean and Daddy Winchester left him to go on a hunt. Um... yeah, I'll back track.
Keep in mind that this all happened in the middle of the night, in the middle of a rainstorm, on the highway where I was going 100km/h (60mph), and I had no idea where I was. (Turns out I was just outside of Brantford. Who knew?) I got home at 3:00 and I was going to take the train out to London in the morning but Mom just let me take the car. She's awesome. I adore her.
The weekend was fabulous. The girls got me a pillow shaped like a Q. Not joking. It looks just like the giant Q in the Pride Library where I volunteered last year. And I went shopping and bought shoes and one Ellen shirt and one Portia shirt. We were trying to femme me up a little but apparently a leopard CAN'T change it's spots. lol. They did get me to try on a dress, though. I miss them already and I only came home early this afternoon.
But when I got home, my dad told me that not only was my computer ready for pick up, but that my car would be ready tomorrow as well! So I just finished reloading all my shit back on this baby (and I will update BTN, two chapters because I promised willow_fae_20 ) and I get to pick up my other baby tomorrow after class! w00t!
I know, that was long, but in case anyone's wondering where I've been since Thursday afternoon. I'll try to catch up on comments and my flist tomorrow. I love you, flist, even though I've been slightly neglectful lately.
I was late getting out of class. We told BJ we'd meet her at the Royal at five. We didn't even leave until quarter to. Her GO train got in at the same time we were leaving...oops. And then I took the wrong exit of the Gardner. This exit gave me the option of turning three ways upon entering the city - lights and people, dark and no people, and more dark and no people. Needless to say, I took the lights and people. Which took me in the wrong direction. Which deposited me at Queen and Woodbine. I had to actually get out of my car and ask directions. I tried the lady in Coffee Time first (cause, you know, lights and people are slightly less scary than no lights and no people and gas-station man). She couldn't find us on the map and didn't know where the Exhibition Place was so I gave up. Next came gas-station man. Who turned out to be quite nice. except he knew less English than Coffee-Time. In any case, he got me back on track - and pointed out that I had gone two pages in the wrong direction (my map is a book. I was a long way lost)
The Royal was fantastic. I dined on free samples. Who doesn't love free stuff? I got soap samples, which I sadly didn't not dine on. And I purchased fudge and suckers (which I've somehow lost - too much drama, I'll explain later) and a Cory Street mug for Laura's Christmas present!
I managed to get back on the Gardner without too much trouble and then from there to the QEW and then from there to the 403. No trouble. None whatsoever. Then it started to rain. And then I ended up parked on the side of the road, curled up in the backseat, wondering if this is how Sammy felt when Dean and Daddy Winchester left him to go on a hunt. Um... yeah, I'll back track.
- It was RAINSTORMING. I had my wipers on full and I could still hardly see
- My wipers stopped. Yes. Stopped. In the middle of a rainstorm
- My car started it's emergency ding ding ding noise
- The warning light for power steering flashed across my dashboard
- I managed to somehow pull over and NOT crash into the guardrail, and NOT drive over the embankment into the huge ditch below
- My AIRBAG light came on, although the airbag was never deployed
- I got dragged back home by a guy with a flat bed who let me listen to the Q (classic rock radio station)
Keep in mind that this all happened in the middle of the night, in the middle of a rainstorm, on the highway where I was going 100km/h (60mph), and I had no idea where I was. (Turns out I was just outside of Brantford. Who knew?) I got home at 3:00 and I was going to take the train out to London in the morning but Mom just let me take the car. She's awesome. I adore her.
The weekend was fabulous. The girls got me a pillow shaped like a Q. Not joking. It looks just like the giant Q in the Pride Library where I volunteered last year. And I went shopping and bought shoes and one Ellen shirt and one Portia shirt. We were trying to femme me up a little but apparently a leopard CAN'T change it's spots. lol. They did get me to try on a dress, though. I miss them already and I only came home early this afternoon.
But when I got home, my dad told me that not only was my computer ready for pick up, but that my car would be ready tomorrow as well! So I just finished reloading all my shit back on this baby (and I will update BTN, two chapters because I promised willow_fae_20 ) and I get to pick up my other baby tomorrow after class! w00t!
I know, that was long, but in case anyone's wondering where I've been since Thursday afternoon. I'll try to catch up on comments and my flist tomorrow. I love you, flist, even though I've been slightly neglectful lately.