What A Trip...
It all begins Saturday morning with severe confusion. No one was home.. and yet both cars remained. I then come across a note from my father telling me that he had gone to Cathy's, and that I should enjoy my weekend. I tried getting a hold of my brother in the hopes that he would know more about my dad's disappearance. After blazing with Mike and Sandy (and a detailed argument about whether we were staring at the moon or sun) my brother calls me back, only to tell me that he is at the cottage and has no idea when my dad is coming home.
I go home after beating everyone at Outlaw Volleyball to check my voicemail for messages from my dad. As it turned out, he needed a ride home from Bolton at 11:30. My original plans included going to meet up with Ryan and Mike, but were soon foiled upon a frantic phone call from my dad asking if I could pick him up immediately.
Rob calls. I had sent him a message earlier in the day asking if he wanted me to come pick him up so that we could chill.. (I am messing up the order of events here, but it's pretty close).. so we decide to get him after the Bolton trip.
So we drive to Bolton and get lost. For once I had my licence on me because I was certain that I would get pulled over. I definitely did. The police woman seemed convinced that I was under the influence or had plans to be.. I assured her this was not the case, and she continued to be useless in my search for my father. At a gas station, Carling steals (and replaces) some Ontario map to figure out where the hell we're going. Eventually we find my father.
My dad speaks quickly of aliens and being faster than God, as well as Carling being a chinese philosopher. Needless to say, it was some of the most weird conversation that has ever taken place near me. I drop my dad off, and me and Carling hop in my old jeep so that I can take it to park on the road at her house to sleep over.
We take my jeep to Brooke's, where we reprint driving instructions to Etobicoke. Mistake. Mapquest is a bitch. Somehow, we missed the 427 and any of the neccessary exits. We drove for about an hour, at which point I was convinced to call Rob. He says we have gone a million miles out of our way. This is true, because we are now in Whitby.
In Whitby, we decide that we are starving, so find a McDonald's and eat outside. A weird guy came up to us and showed us some magic tricks. We were scared by this man, so we decided to get in the car, lock the doors, and try to find Etobicoke once more.
Approximately 40 minutes later we are at the correct exit. Rob guides us by telephone, and we pick him up. Now, I must fill up my gas tank because I have driven more than 200 km in one day. Full tank of gas, heading to Brampton.
Brampton!! We stop a Tim Horton's so that I can refuel and stay conscious. We make it to Carling's house despite copius amounts of fog. I am still awake at this point, but we need to make more coffee. Croatian wine becomes part of the equation... the night gets blurry.
Brooke tries to sleep but is awakened within 10 minutes by a text message to Carling's phone at 5 am. At this point, Carling, Rob and I are in the kitchen making grilled cheese sandwhiches discussing the roles of masters and subs.
At 6:30 we all decide to go sit outside, and we last there until about 9:00. At this point, Brooke needs cigarettes, and we decide to mission to drop Rob off at a reasonable time. This time we don't get lost, although we stop in Rouge Hill to go to the bathroom and ask how to get to the 401 West. We should have considered bringing a damn map.
We then decided that we needed more food and therefore ate at Pizza Pizza. Then I drove everyone home.. and here I am, writing this so that you can stay caught up.. and hopefully so that I will not have to tell the story a thousand times.
Basically...
400 km of driving, 5 cities, 4 shots of liquor, 6 cups of coffee, and 0 hours of sleep make for a very interesting weekend.
Sorry you all couldn't be there for the ride.
-wrenout
I go home after beating everyone at Outlaw Volleyball to check my voicemail for messages from my dad. As it turned out, he needed a ride home from Bolton at 11:30. My original plans included going to meet up with Ryan and Mike, but were soon foiled upon a frantic phone call from my dad asking if I could pick him up immediately.
Rob calls. I had sent him a message earlier in the day asking if he wanted me to come pick him up so that we could chill.. (I am messing up the order of events here, but it's pretty close).. so we decide to get him after the Bolton trip.
So we drive to Bolton and get lost. For once I had my licence on me because I was certain that I would get pulled over. I definitely did. The police woman seemed convinced that I was under the influence or had plans to be.. I assured her this was not the case, and she continued to be useless in my search for my father. At a gas station, Carling steals (and replaces) some Ontario map to figure out where the hell we're going. Eventually we find my father.
My dad speaks quickly of aliens and being faster than God, as well as Carling being a chinese philosopher. Needless to say, it was some of the most weird conversation that has ever taken place near me. I drop my dad off, and me and Carling hop in my old jeep so that I can take it to park on the road at her house to sleep over.
We take my jeep to Brooke's, where we reprint driving instructions to Etobicoke. Mistake. Mapquest is a bitch. Somehow, we missed the 427 and any of the neccessary exits. We drove for about an hour, at which point I was convinced to call Rob. He says we have gone a million miles out of our way. This is true, because we are now in Whitby.
In Whitby, we decide that we are starving, so find a McDonald's and eat outside. A weird guy came up to us and showed us some magic tricks. We were scared by this man, so we decided to get in the car, lock the doors, and try to find Etobicoke once more.
Approximately 40 minutes later we are at the correct exit. Rob guides us by telephone, and we pick him up. Now, I must fill up my gas tank because I have driven more than 200 km in one day. Full tank of gas, heading to Brampton.
Brampton!! We stop a Tim Horton's so that I can refuel and stay conscious. We make it to Carling's house despite copius amounts of fog. I am still awake at this point, but we need to make more coffee. Croatian wine becomes part of the equation... the night gets blurry.
Brooke tries to sleep but is awakened within 10 minutes by a text message to Carling's phone at 5 am. At this point, Carling, Rob and I are in the kitchen making grilled cheese sandwhiches discussing the roles of masters and subs.
At 6:30 we all decide to go sit outside, and we last there until about 9:00. At this point, Brooke needs cigarettes, and we decide to mission to drop Rob off at a reasonable time. This time we don't get lost, although we stop in Rouge Hill to go to the bathroom and ask how to get to the 401 West. We should have considered bringing a damn map.
We then decided that we needed more food and therefore ate at Pizza Pizza. Then I drove everyone home.. and here I am, writing this so that you can stay caught up.. and hopefully so that I will not have to tell the story a thousand times.
Basically...
400 km of driving, 5 cities, 4 shots of liquor, 6 cups of coffee, and 0 hours of sleep make for a very interesting weekend.
Sorry you all couldn't be there for the ride.
-wrenout