Seattle Part 2
Day 3:
So we woke up, or should I say I woke up and ran around the house on Eastern Standard Time yelling for everyone else to get up. Apparently that does not thrill my friends when they’re deep in a REM cycle, but it got their asses up anyway. Megan made us delicious chocolate chip pancakes while Lauren and I tried to make ourselves presentable on a limited amount of products… sorry guys, here goes the mystery, I don’t just wake up like this (please, do not insert comments here about the fact that I don’t look much better after the application of products). We headed down to the ferry and went to sit in 4 ungodly freakin hours of border traffic. I mean seriously, who the hell is trying to get into Canada over Memorial day. Well, apparently everyone. I doubt I would have minded so much had I known ahead of time that our border crossing/mountie was actually a stripper in training… I mean the guy was jacked, fake-baked, and if my guess serves me right, toting a boom box behind the counter with a Guns N Roses cd. Oh, you can strip search me all right, maybe I am trying to smuggle something into the land up north, you find out.
Anyways, we got up to Vancouver… which is more like some kind of Marvel comic city with every glass building looking the same. We met my uncle for coffee and paninies and then headed to a lecture based on the exhibition he helped curate. I’ve never heard so many US jokes… and I have to say I laughed at most of them. Oh those wacky Canadians. Then we walked down to the Gas Lamp district where Megan proceeded to slam her head into a glass pane window while ogling a pair of red cowboy boots effectively putting an end to our evening after she was consumed by a massive headache. I liken it to a bird running into a storm window to get to the shiny things inside your house. Sam, that’s me, proceeds to have mini-tantrum because she is not aloud to go dancing and then goes to sleep on the floor… not out of anger mind you but because we reserved the wrong type of beds and there was no way I was about to snuggle up next to a girl on a twin sized bed that has been snuggling with her boyfriend on a regular basis… sorry, I had my chance for that crap at Wellesley.
Day 4:
Yada, yada… Vancouver Art Gallery exhibition, good coffee and crazy bear statues everywhere… crazy Canadians. Duty free on the way back which meant my crazy ass veggie friends decided that they would of course buy salmon jerky. I’m sorry dude, but as a non-seafood person I don’t know how you all do it… in fact I feel a little bad for guys in general if you know what I mean. My gag reflex was strongly affected and I had to stick my head out the window for the majority of the ride. So of course to combat this I had to get beef jerky and the largest bar of chocolate ever… it was in Canadian dollars, eh. All that dehydrated goodness just combined to make me feel queasy, along with Lauren’s new hipster/girl-angst taste in music.
So when we arrived I got to see the side of Seattle I always knew was there. That’s right… ‘those damn hippies’. They came out in full force for Folkfest. Wow, talk about patullie, utili-kilts (aka man-skirts), dreads, tie-dye, and more bongo drums than you can shake a stick at. Freaks. Including the one I was with, Megan, who insisted in her typical clapping, please-please-please voice that I get my face painted with her… in fact I should go first. So we sat in line, waiting for two girls to get done until I was up to bat. Granted there were a couple of very eager looking toddlers waiting in line behind but I was like, “Hell no bitches, you know how long I’ve been in this line, step off diapers while the big girl handles her biz.” So of course after my child intimidation tactics I asked for a butterfly mask with extra sparkle. Megan got a fairy. I have to add that it was half-way through my face-painting that I was reminded of the fact that we were going to the largest theater in the city to see X-men right after. I’ve never got such strange and envious looks, like “Wow, she really loves this movie… maybe a bit too much, Mystique wanna be.” I sported that butterfly with pride.
Megan running into the glass like a bird trying to get at shiny things inside…LOL funny!