Seattle/Vancouver/Victoria was uber fun. We “learned lots” and had a really, really good time. The group was awesome. I don’t think we could’ve chosen a better group of people to travel with. Since so much fun stuff happened and I’ve been neglecting my blog for so long, I’m just going to highlight a few of the things I DO remember…
While waiting in line for our ferry (in vans) in Victoria, I decided it’d be a good idea to go to the bathroom and snack shop. Just as I was finishing… well… umm.. Doing my thing, an announcement came over a loud speaker above me saying, “All passengers of the Victoria Clipper, please return to your vehicles for loading.” So I finished up, washed my hands, and ran out the door. The cars were moving! I began running across a large parking lot full of moving vehicles. I weaved in between them, in search of our van! But no luck. It had already boarded. So there I stood, on a white line, with cars passing on either side of me, wondering what if I’d be left behind. I considered hopping in someone’s vehicle and just saying, “Drive on, and I’ll get out.” But instead, I just stood there. And then I saw a woman with a radio in uniform. I began darting across the lanes, dodging vehicles, until I reached her. I told her of my dilemma and she allowed me to board a special way. All was well…
Aboard the ferry, Emily, Kristina and I wandered the ship, exploring all of its little nooks and crannies. When we were tired out, and decided to take a seat, Kristina and I opted for the big, black, recliner “massage” chairs. We were happily sitting, looking out the window at the wide ocean, when we noted a strange sound. We couldn’t tell where it was coming from, or quite what it was saying. So we just kept looking around, eyebrows crunched in confusion. Kristina looked at me, “Do you hear that?”
“Yeah, I do, what is it?” I responded.
Just as I said that, I noticed that everyone else in the area was looking right at us. Then the sound became more clear, “Please insert coin. Please insert coin. Please insert coin.”
“Oh my gosh! it’s the chairs that we’re sitting in! They‘re talking to us!”
We quickly stood up and made a dash for it. Smooth.
Speaking of embarrassing… One night, while in Victoria, Emily and I ran downstairs of our hotel to get some sodas. On the way there, I noticed a young woman run across the hall from one room to the other, wearing a black and pink, lacy, matching bra and panties, with a cape and top hat.
And speaking of clothing… Even in Canada they have stupid, preppy sales people. I walked into American Eagle and girl came up to me, “Are you finding everything alright?”
“Yeah, just looking, thanks,” I replied. Geez, I hate it when they ask that. What’re you supposed to say, “Oh, no, I’m not. I’m looking for some jeans.” Or, “Oh, actually, where are the cute, itty-bitty, cheap, preppy, colorful clothes?” It gets so redundant.
Anyway, the sales girl continued, “So, you know about the promotion, right?”
“Umm… No, I guess I don’t,” I failed the AE test…
“Oh, well all shirts are BOGO. You know what that is, right?”I smirked and said, “No, actually, I don’t.”
“Oh, ok, well, its Buy One, Get One half off.”
“Oh, righto, I knew that…” Haha, no I didn’t! What a useless acronym.
To end the trip, on the airplane, I ended up sitting to a guy who was chewing tobacco, wearing a shirt that said, “I’m pierced in places that you’d love to lick.”
