- Eating like an absolute king for like, 5 days in a row
- Rediscovering why Zulu Records is the best store in the whole world
- Riding in Josh's old VW Cabriolet which totally reminded me of my first car
- Building the dock
- Chasing Poopy Bunny round the apartment
- Making the (re?)acquaintance of porphyre
- The chawesome Greyhound driver on the way back
Lowlights: Pretty much everything else.
Well, a couple things that stand out:
- Spending way, way, waaay too much money. Even with an unexpected $400 bonus from work, I'm down a good couple hundred from where I wanted to be right now.
- The Scavenger Hunt. I don't know really what was wrong with it, but it left me feeling very unsatisfied. Maybe it was just that the reaction to my rat cake wasn't what I expected. Or maybe just because it was more of a drive-to-peoples-houses-and-go-through-t
heir-closets, and less of an actual hunt.
- Walking from
Hope to Chilliwack toAbbotsford to Vancouver Coquitlam Fort Langleyum... Abbotsford. Well, I mean I suppose it was fun enough while it lasted (leaving aside some stupid crazy weather), but I'm afraid I'd be lying if I didn't say that I was just a tad disappointed.
- Pissing off hsifyppah. Or maybe just creeping her out. Or maybe it's just my paranoia acting up again. I'm not sure. Either way, it always seems to happen every time I go over there. I get definite vibes like my presence is merely tolerated rather than actually enjoyed. It's not on purpose! Honest! I... guess I just... always end up acting like an ass or something. Wish so much that it wasn't the case.
- Going to Nanaimo... which I never really wanted to do to begin with. Yet another thing that friends wanted to do, and so—not wanting to be a stick in the mud—I agreed to go along with, even though I didn't really want to. Not particularly interested in going to Nanaimo, or doing anything there, or being constantly pestered to swim in the weed-choked lake, or paying $$$++ for the ferry and stuff, or, or, or...
- Causing disruptions in Jeff's life and generating bad times 'twixt he and his SO. That sort of thing sucks. I hope it's temporary—I'd feel like so much shit if it turned into anything major.
- Discovering that I really can probably never take hallucinogenics again. 5 ½ years after That Night, with a (relatively) mild dose, and in a (relatively) mild form... I was curious as to what the result might be. I am curious no longer. It admittedly had in all probability a lot to do with the fact that I was pre-occupied with That Night, and (as is oft the nature of the beast under discussion) this became a self-fulfilling prophecy, but nonetheless, if after all this time, the results produced are still like that, then they will likely always be so. I don't really know why this is such a bad thing, really; it's probably a Good Thing when viewed rationally, but... it just is. Maybe I'm just annoyed at having spent $30 for the priviledge of having one of my worst nights in over 5 years.
- Knocking over my nice $70 bottle of really good 1982 vintage port. Ok, so it was only ¾ full, but whatever!!. I was really careful with it on the bus, made it all the way back to Calgary, nursing it all the way. Got onto the train and made it all the way home. Even got into the garage, and set it on the shelf while I went to put my keys back in my pocket. Twisting around a bit trying to accomplish this, and my backpack knocked the bottle off the shelf and it fell to the floor. KEEE-RASH!!! (FUCK!)
All in all, I'm feeling that the bad vastly outweighed the good. It was a rather disappoining / depressing trip... and that even given that I didn't have terribly high expectations to begin with. Probably would have done better to just stay in Calgary the whole time and play KotOR, put in the extra week of full-time work that Mrs. Boss-Lady had been hoping I'd be able to. That would totally have been more fun. And cheaper.
Dunno when I'll go back to that place. Probably never.
"And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away and I never come back to this town again..."