Ranting and bitching.......mostly
Well, I just came back from a mostly good vacation (more details later when not sick and tired). I woke up at 8:30am with a stuffy nose, and I met up with my buddy Chris for breakfast at Denny's on Davies the other day, we said 10-10:30am, he got there just after 11am cuz he slept in, I'd waited 45 minutes for him.....whatever....annoying, but it happens. After eating breakfast, I had to run down to Hypatia Shoes and do an exchange on a pair I boots I had bought 2 days before, because the wrong size was put in the box. Walking down to Hypatia....breakfast starting turning sour on me. Hypatia is not that far in the long run.....about 7 blocks or so.....but hell when it puts you in an urgent situation. I get to the store, express my need, and am allowed the washroom. Thankfully the woman remembered me from the other day, we chatted and killed time. I went back to my buddy Paul's place (the fellow who graciously lent me his extrememly comfortable leather couch for 4 nights....when it was originally going to be 3.....after mentioning to him a week before I got to Vancouver I was going to be there!) to take a bit of a nap...I hadn't slept much the night before. I wake up with Paul back at his place after work (he lent me his keys too, absolutely wonderful). I visited for a bit before getting ready to go out and meet Chris later on again after work to go to a martini bar. At Chris's work before we left, I took a "wake-me-up" which was wonderful....I was passing out standing up. We walk to the martini bar, and order drinks. We stand around chatting, me with a scratch ticket in hand.....don't ask. I start waking up as I start drinking my first of 3 martinis that night. I started getting quite talkative, and curious about the oddest things. The martini bar, was gay oriented (who's surprised with it being in Vancouver?) I walked up to the Drag Queen who seated us, and asked her about Divine (the really popular drag queen movie star...having never seen anything with her in it...and wondering the hype). Later on that night, I discovered that it was a shared men's and women's washroom...a door for each, leads into the same room....4 stalls, 2 for each, not that anyone really paid any attention to the picture on the door. I also discovered little peepholes on the doors....all facing out towards the sink....except 1 of the womens stalls.....mine! I was horrified to think that someone could see me do my thing...anyway...we finish drinks, Chris gets me in a cab, I got to Club 23 for Organix (a psy-trance night) and I dance...I don't know anyone...except one of the bus boys I'd met the previous night. I start talking to people. I saw the absolutely fabulous Jenny there (an adorable little asian girl who owns her own shop "Deadly Couture", designs and sews most of the clothes she sells....and is an absolute sweetheart). She's dressed Cyber goth whichs is stunning. Anyway, she designed a corset, and sewed it up, for a photo shoot in a gothic magazine that her coworker writes articles for, called Gothic Beauty, or Rose...not sure (will find out and edit later). But they took pictures of it, and it's going to be in the February issue of the magazine. I bought it. Black pvc, covered in zippers, and buckles. I will get pictures of my new outfit when I wear it to the club....I have already had requests. Anyway...way off track. Met some people, danced, got invited to an after hours club that cost $25 to get in, but one of the guys I met offered to pay it, so I thanked him and accepted. We stayed out till 5:30am, I went back to Paul's and crashed, woke up at 10am, discovered my lack of voice, had a shower, packed my stuff, started eating breakfast, to discover I had to wrap it up and leave cuz the roomies were already there to meet me. I collapse into the car I was tired, and lightheaded, almost blacked out standing up a few times. Got into the car, which was packed way to full, and loaded stuff into my lap for a 13 hour drive home. And so the fun begins. I'm already tired and grouchy, not to mention not much of an appetite, but really hungry, sketchy, and dealing with a baby that wants to keep touching me. I kept putting her hand back into the carseat so she would get the hint, but that didn't work. Later on in the drive, after a few hours, and my ass getting numb and sore, and legs squished...the baby starts flailing a stuffy about, and it keeps hitting me, most of the time, in the face, getting pissed off after trying nicely to hold it in place, or block it, every time it hits me, I kinda throw it back at her feet (as best I can with my arm pinned at my side) Daddy gets mad, and says "she's trying to sleep", I say, "Fine, but she keeps hitting me in the face and I'm getting pissed off", he says, "Can't you deal with it for a little while longer, she's trying to sleep", I say "No, it's really bugging me". Mommy pipes up "Too bad." I say "Look, I'm cramped up and stuffed back here, I'm sick, I'm tired, and she's hitting me in the face with a stuffy. " She says, "Deal with it." I say "Fuck you" She says "You want us to pull over and let you out, cuz we will you know." And I say "No, I want to be able to stop her from hitting me in the face with the damn toy". Thankfully that was the end of that argument, especially considering we were still in BC at the time....I would've had to call somebody else to pick me up....Mom's gone on vacation, I wouldn't dare call dad, and the only other person I could think of was my boyfriend, but I didn't want to have to drag him and his buddy into more drama....nor make them come all that way, and not really have any gas money for them.....god that would've sucked. So yeah, that was my night. But I made it home safe and in one piece.... Now I get to go to bed, and try and get my voice back....Joy.
More details about the rest later, after much sleep....just needed to rant about the car ride. And again, I don't think I can say this enough to quite show you how much I do appreciate this.....Thank you Paul, for taking me in last minute, and lending me your house keys, and letting me stay another night due to roommate non-communication. And for feeding me, and drinks, and everything in general. Much love. And same to Nereid, wonderful to meet you.
More details about the rest later, after much sleep....just needed to rant about the car ride. And again, I don't think I can say this enough to quite show you how much I do appreciate this.....Thank you Paul, for taking me in last minute, and lending me your house keys, and letting me stay another night due to roommate non-communication. And for feeding me, and drinks, and everything in general. Much love. And same to Nereid, wonderful to meet you.