k, so here's an update of my exciting trip to canada... fire element, if you read this no telling anyone at work... it would be really bad... i'll owe you one sometime.
so anyway, yeah i went to canada saturday night and got in around 2 am... then went to a after hours party that got shut down by the landlord and resulted in some folks losing their gallery space... big bummer, i would kill for my own gallery.
Sunday, ate dinner at the shanghai cowgirl as usual... yum! (although th OJ was out of season and not too tasty)
relaxed a bit, did a few things... then went to squirley's for dinner. we all got a call that kiscica's car had overheated and her, quinne, deanna, scattershot and anouck where stuck... so bigpunkmike and i went to the rescue... which involved a 45 minute drive there, but no big deal. problem was i was supposed to have left to come home sunday night by midnight at the latest... and it was now 1 AM... so scattershot flipped a coin and it was heads which meant call into work... so i tied a few on... which cheered me up about having to call into work. (boy this really is a long story)...
anyway, woke up around 830 to call into work... told my boss i had a touch of the flu and was puking and had a fever of 102, but he was insisting that i come in. i thought i had no choice so i tried to stall for more time so that i could make a four hour drive back to syracuse (wtf was i thinking?)... got out to my car and my boss called and said not too worry just take the day and get healthy, but that i had to be there on tuesday.
*intermission*
went back to fucking bed! long story short... (maybe)... dropped scattershot at union station (hope he got home ok), picked up anouck... did i mention sum 41?... but who cares about them right? drove kiscica, quinne, anouck and deanna to kiscicas car... hoping it would work and get them all home... no luck so i drove them all to anouck's place... here's where the fun starts... i hit the curb and put a gash in my tire wall... yup... good times
. quinne and i took off for canadian tire, had to get a whole new tire on the car... $$$... drove quinne home... got directions back to syracuse... and headed home.
... but wait there's more... got to the border (high alert i remind you) and the first checkpoint was like blah blah blah... (customs crap) "can you pop the trunk?"
problem, my trunk was stuck shut... salt or something who the fuck knows. so they say i might want to get that fixed before the american customs or they will more than likely us a big prying tool to break open my trunk! fuck them! no way was that happening... so i stopped at the duty free and tried everything to get the fucking thing open... no luck... so i gave up and went to customs. of course i got pulled over... they couldn't get in my trunk. i told them what i thought was wrong with it and asked them if they had a can of wd-40... of course not... why would they? sat in the customs office for 15-20 minutes waiting to get called out to my car (they were busy... crazy immigrants and stuff)... went out to my car with 2 customs officeers and they looked through my car and sent me on my way... i was extremely happy
... they didn't even consider breaking open my trunk... i think if i hadn't taken out all of my piercings at the duty free shop they probably would have though... freaks always keep guns, drugs and dead bodies in their trunks after all.
k, i think that's it... oh, i fell asleep at a service area on the thruway and didn't end up getting back here until almost 3 AM... yup!
but seeing everyone was great! and i would do it all again any day!
so anyway, yeah i went to canada saturday night and got in around 2 am... then went to a after hours party that got shut down by the landlord and resulted in some folks losing their gallery space... big bummer, i would kill for my own gallery.
Sunday, ate dinner at the shanghai cowgirl as usual... yum! (although th OJ was out of season and not too tasty)
relaxed a bit, did a few things... then went to squirley's for dinner. we all got a call that kiscica's car had overheated and her, quinne, deanna, scattershot and anouck where stuck... so bigpunkmike and i went to the rescue... which involved a 45 minute drive there, but no big deal. problem was i was supposed to have left to come home sunday night by midnight at the latest... and it was now 1 AM... so scattershot flipped a coin and it was heads which meant call into work... so i tied a few on... which cheered me up about having to call into work. (boy this really is a long story)...
anyway, woke up around 830 to call into work... told my boss i had a touch of the flu and was puking and had a fever of 102, but he was insisting that i come in. i thought i had no choice so i tried to stall for more time so that i could make a four hour drive back to syracuse (wtf was i thinking?)... got out to my car and my boss called and said not too worry just take the day and get healthy, but that i had to be there on tuesday.
*intermission*
went back to fucking bed! long story short... (maybe)... dropped scattershot at union station (hope he got home ok), picked up anouck... did i mention sum 41?... but who cares about them right? drove kiscica, quinne, anouck and deanna to kiscicas car... hoping it would work and get them all home... no luck so i drove them all to anouck's place... here's where the fun starts... i hit the curb and put a gash in my tire wall... yup... good times
. quinne and i took off for canadian tire, had to get a whole new tire on the car... $$$... drove quinne home... got directions back to syracuse... and headed home.
... but wait there's more... got to the border (high alert i remind you) and the first checkpoint was like blah blah blah... (customs crap) "can you pop the trunk?"
problem, my trunk was stuck shut... salt or something who the fuck knows. so they say i might want to get that fixed before the american customs or they will more than likely us a big prying tool to break open my trunk! fuck them! no way was that happening... so i stopped at the duty free and tried everything to get the fucking thing open... no luck... so i gave up and went to customs. of course i got pulled over... they couldn't get in my trunk. i told them what i thought was wrong with it and asked them if they had a can of wd-40... of course not... why would they? sat in the customs office for 15-20 minutes waiting to get called out to my car (they were busy... crazy immigrants and stuff)... went out to my car with 2 customs officeers and they looked through my car and sent me on my way... i was extremely happy
... they didn't even consider breaking open my trunk... i think if i hadn't taken out all of my piercings at the duty free shop they probably would have though... freaks always keep guns, drugs and dead bodies in their trunks after all.
k, i think that's it... oh, i fell asleep at a service area on the thruway and didn't end up getting back here until almost 3 AM... yup!
but seeing everyone was great! and i would do it all again any day!
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Billy
merry christmas sweetheart!!!!!!!!
xoxoxox