Finally! Details! (Some pics in my Prom folder. More on the way).
Friday:
Woke up at 4:30 AM because I couldn't sleep. Finished skirt around 11:30 AM. TiffanyJewel calls me around noon to tell me she's too hungover to move, let alone drive to my place. I, quickly, get an oil change and go to Meijer before driving the half-hour to her place.
On the way there, a torrential storm comes through, delaying drive time a bit.
I grab her and her stuff, and we head to Kalamazoo, but not before she accidentally dumps half a box of goldfish crackers in the parking lot. Oh no!
We get to Kalamazoo with just enough time for me to get ready, clean the car, pack, and feed both of us before EvanX arrives. Once he gets there, we shove his stuff into my car and head for Cambridge (just south of Toronto), where Speedphreak has reserved a room for the night.
All goes well. We're making fabulous time. Traffic isn't heavy. The rain isn't too bad. I buy her a banana condom at a rest stop. We take some pictures in the car.
We get to the Canadian border, and our line is moving the slowest. "Oh oh," I think, but let it go. Well, sure enough, we had The Border Guard From Hell. This guy wasn't letting anyone in with much less than a strip search and a blow job. Hmm.
After suffering the Canadian Inquisition and answering every question in the world (I was surprised he didn't ask my blood type and favorite color), he told us to pull over at Immigration. Great. We're getting searched. I figured the hair dye and SG stickers had something to do with it, and I knew we didn't have any drugs or alcohol with us, so whatever. I wasn't nervous.
They searched our car and didn't find anything (duh), but then they sent us into Immigration. ...the fuck?
Apparently, poor TiffanyJewel had thrown a punch at an old roommate who totally deserved it, and that roommate pressed charges. Well, Canada doesn't like stuff like that, so they told us she couldn't enter the country.
We turned around and went back to Port Huron, where we sat at Wendy's and tried to figure things out. It was too late to go to the Canadian Consulate for a waiver, so we debated putting her on a train back to Kalamazoo versus driving her back to Kalamazoo or Lansing. Since Lansing was two hours away and Kalamazoo was three and a half, we decided on Lansing.
X housed her for the night, and then my good friend (and new SG member thanks to this!!!), Cletus573, brought her back to Kalamazoo when X and others left for Toronto Saturday morning.
Anyway, EvanX and I got back onto the road, sailed through the border after about three questions about our citizenship and occupations, and got to Cambridge around 3:30 AM. We'd both been up almost 24 hours and in the car for ten hours or so, so we were just a wee bit exhausted. We greeted Speedphreak and fell into bed.
Saturday:
We woke up before the alarm, which gave us enough time to relax and get ready. Speedphreak and I watched some WEIRD cartoons (I love Canada) and then switched it to a French station. Much hilarity ensued. The sheep were howling like wolves and didn't have mouths, and all of the people were prancing about, speaking in French.
We had breakfast at Tim Hortons (they have as many of those as we do Starbucks) - they think WE have fatty diets. I ordered a sandwich combo. It didn't come with fries. It came with A DONUT. Atkins dieters should stay away from this place.
We lounged around at TH, eating our sandwiches and donuts, and made a plan for the day. We figured we might get to check in early, and if not, no big deal. We'd just walk around and see the sights.
When we got back to my car, Cait had left a message saying they'd just checked in. Yay! That meant we had hours upon hours to relax, nap, or whathaveyou.
That's when my brakes started grinding. *sigh*
We were flying along the 401, and I do mean flying. When I'd told Evan and Tiffany that Canadians drive like Americans, I meant it. Only, they drive BETTER. I never EVER got slowed down in the left lane, and everyone was going about the same speed (85 mph, and their speed limit works out to 62 mph...woohoo!) I LOVE driving in Canada.
Just as we made the zigzag to get onto the Gardiner Expy, we hit a HUGE backup. About 45 minutes (and two miles) later, Speedphreak called my cell to tell me he was ahead of us. He told us the expressway was closed and we'd be detoured onto LakeShore.
In a way, it sucked, because we were so tired and wanted OUT of the car, but we also had plenty of time to get to the hotel. Evan and I kept talking about how lucky we were we'd left Friday instead of Saturday morning, what with the border nonsense and the expressway backup.
We saw some cool stuff on the way to the hotel, including some neat dinosaurs in a park. I wanted to have pictures taken, but there was no way we were going to venture there later in the afternoon.
Once we got to the hotel, I took a shower while Evan and Speedphreak watched "Batman" cartoons - Mr. Fries almost killed Batgirl 'cause he wanted her organs!
MrNiceGuy, Cait, and Cait's friends showed up a bit later, while I was painting my nails. They all went somewhere, leaving MrNiceGuy behind, so he and Speedphreak jumped from bed to bed. I took a ton of pictures on Speedphreak's awesome camera.
Then, everyone showed up shortly after I ordered pizza. We chowed down and then got handsome/pretty. Everyone strutted to the subway station, rode the subway for a bit, walked to the streetcar (yes - STREETCAR) stop, rode that for a bit, and then walked to the Cadillac Bar.
I was SO NERVOUS, so I took Evan's hand. He raised it, looked at it, and said, "My fantasy!" I was so out of it, that I said, "Purple nail polish?" thinking his fantasy was a girl with purple nail polish. Then I remembered that in his profile, he said he just wanted to hold hands with a pretty girl. I SQUEALED when I realized that and almost died right there on the street. I'm 27 years old, and that's the first time I've ever felt like a princess. (It helped that we were dressed to the nines).
Prom was fun. I met SO many people and didn't have time to hug or talk to everyone. It was way too short. Before we knew it, it was 3:00 AM, and we had to leave. I was so bummed. I said some quick goodbyes, and then we caught two taxis back to the hotel.
MrNiceGuy, Evan, and I piled into one bed after arguing with a drunk member of our party. I was too pissed off to speak, so I went straight to bed. We had some other dramas, as well, and we all had to be up early, so we decided against an afterparty. Evan and I kissed for the first time and then went to sleep. Nothing else happened, so don't get your hopes up.
Sunday:
We all got up pretty early and packed. People were flying out the door in stages, since we had so many carpools in our two rooms (25 people total, I think). MrNiceGuy had discovered a detour to the 401 that would allow us to avoid the Gardiner nonsense, so he told us while I got the rest of my things together. Evan and I walked to my car, packed, and got on the road.
We, apparently, missed our street, so we stopped for food before we ended up in New York. We asked the nice lady at the pizza place for directions, which she provided. Of course, during all of this, I forgot to take my dairy pills, so we had to stop twice so I could get sick. Although, we ran into Sabine and jet_synthetic at the second stop! We were at a service plaza, and they were getting McDonald's. So, Evan hung out with them while I sat on the bathroom floor, hating my body.
I was fine after that, so we got back onto the road and talked and talked all the way back to the border. Again, we sailed through, and I can't tell you how happy I was to see American signs. I didn't have to do math anymore!
The trip from there to Kalamazoo was quick, with more conversation and music. Evan introduced me to some great bands, so now I have a list of stuff to buy next time I go shopping for music. He also surprised me with two of my favorite MST3K episodes, which I couldn't find for so long - "Alien from L.A." and "Ring of Terror".
I passed out shortly after I got home and showered and then slept about eleven hours straight.
All told, it was a great weekend, and I can't wait to do it again. It feels like a dream at this point, and I miss everyone so much.
Friday:
Woke up at 4:30 AM because I couldn't sleep. Finished skirt around 11:30 AM. TiffanyJewel calls me around noon to tell me she's too hungover to move, let alone drive to my place. I, quickly, get an oil change and go to Meijer before driving the half-hour to her place.
On the way there, a torrential storm comes through, delaying drive time a bit.
I grab her and her stuff, and we head to Kalamazoo, but not before she accidentally dumps half a box of goldfish crackers in the parking lot. Oh no!
We get to Kalamazoo with just enough time for me to get ready, clean the car, pack, and feed both of us before EvanX arrives. Once he gets there, we shove his stuff into my car and head for Cambridge (just south of Toronto), where Speedphreak has reserved a room for the night.
All goes well. We're making fabulous time. Traffic isn't heavy. The rain isn't too bad. I buy her a banana condom at a rest stop. We take some pictures in the car.
We get to the Canadian border, and our line is moving the slowest. "Oh oh," I think, but let it go. Well, sure enough, we had The Border Guard From Hell. This guy wasn't letting anyone in with much less than a strip search and a blow job. Hmm.
After suffering the Canadian Inquisition and answering every question in the world (I was surprised he didn't ask my blood type and favorite color), he told us to pull over at Immigration. Great. We're getting searched. I figured the hair dye and SG stickers had something to do with it, and I knew we didn't have any drugs or alcohol with us, so whatever. I wasn't nervous.
They searched our car and didn't find anything (duh), but then they sent us into Immigration. ...the fuck?
Apparently, poor TiffanyJewel had thrown a punch at an old roommate who totally deserved it, and that roommate pressed charges. Well, Canada doesn't like stuff like that, so they told us she couldn't enter the country.
We turned around and went back to Port Huron, where we sat at Wendy's and tried to figure things out. It was too late to go to the Canadian Consulate for a waiver, so we debated putting her on a train back to Kalamazoo versus driving her back to Kalamazoo or Lansing. Since Lansing was two hours away and Kalamazoo was three and a half, we decided on Lansing.
X housed her for the night, and then my good friend (and new SG member thanks to this!!!), Cletus573, brought her back to Kalamazoo when X and others left for Toronto Saturday morning.
Anyway, EvanX and I got back onto the road, sailed through the border after about three questions about our citizenship and occupations, and got to Cambridge around 3:30 AM. We'd both been up almost 24 hours and in the car for ten hours or so, so we were just a wee bit exhausted. We greeted Speedphreak and fell into bed.
Saturday:
We woke up before the alarm, which gave us enough time to relax and get ready. Speedphreak and I watched some WEIRD cartoons (I love Canada) and then switched it to a French station. Much hilarity ensued. The sheep were howling like wolves and didn't have mouths, and all of the people were prancing about, speaking in French.
We had breakfast at Tim Hortons (they have as many of those as we do Starbucks) - they think WE have fatty diets. I ordered a sandwich combo. It didn't come with fries. It came with A DONUT. Atkins dieters should stay away from this place.
We lounged around at TH, eating our sandwiches and donuts, and made a plan for the day. We figured we might get to check in early, and if not, no big deal. We'd just walk around and see the sights.
When we got back to my car, Cait had left a message saying they'd just checked in. Yay! That meant we had hours upon hours to relax, nap, or whathaveyou.
That's when my brakes started grinding. *sigh*
We were flying along the 401, and I do mean flying. When I'd told Evan and Tiffany that Canadians drive like Americans, I meant it. Only, they drive BETTER. I never EVER got slowed down in the left lane, and everyone was going about the same speed (85 mph, and their speed limit works out to 62 mph...woohoo!) I LOVE driving in Canada.
Just as we made the zigzag to get onto the Gardiner Expy, we hit a HUGE backup. About 45 minutes (and two miles) later, Speedphreak called my cell to tell me he was ahead of us. He told us the expressway was closed and we'd be detoured onto LakeShore.
In a way, it sucked, because we were so tired and wanted OUT of the car, but we also had plenty of time to get to the hotel. Evan and I kept talking about how lucky we were we'd left Friday instead of Saturday morning, what with the border nonsense and the expressway backup.
We saw some cool stuff on the way to the hotel, including some neat dinosaurs in a park. I wanted to have pictures taken, but there was no way we were going to venture there later in the afternoon.
Once we got to the hotel, I took a shower while Evan and Speedphreak watched "Batman" cartoons - Mr. Fries almost killed Batgirl 'cause he wanted her organs!
MrNiceGuy, Cait, and Cait's friends showed up a bit later, while I was painting my nails. They all went somewhere, leaving MrNiceGuy behind, so he and Speedphreak jumped from bed to bed. I took a ton of pictures on Speedphreak's awesome camera.
Then, everyone showed up shortly after I ordered pizza. We chowed down and then got handsome/pretty. Everyone strutted to the subway station, rode the subway for a bit, walked to the streetcar (yes - STREETCAR) stop, rode that for a bit, and then walked to the Cadillac Bar.
I was SO NERVOUS, so I took Evan's hand. He raised it, looked at it, and said, "My fantasy!" I was so out of it, that I said, "Purple nail polish?" thinking his fantasy was a girl with purple nail polish. Then I remembered that in his profile, he said he just wanted to hold hands with a pretty girl. I SQUEALED when I realized that and almost died right there on the street. I'm 27 years old, and that's the first time I've ever felt like a princess. (It helped that we were dressed to the nines).
Prom was fun. I met SO many people and didn't have time to hug or talk to everyone. It was way too short. Before we knew it, it was 3:00 AM, and we had to leave. I was so bummed. I said some quick goodbyes, and then we caught two taxis back to the hotel.
MrNiceGuy, Evan, and I piled into one bed after arguing with a drunk member of our party. I was too pissed off to speak, so I went straight to bed. We had some other dramas, as well, and we all had to be up early, so we decided against an afterparty. Evan and I kissed for the first time and then went to sleep. Nothing else happened, so don't get your hopes up.
Sunday:
We all got up pretty early and packed. People were flying out the door in stages, since we had so many carpools in our two rooms (25 people total, I think). MrNiceGuy had discovered a detour to the 401 that would allow us to avoid the Gardiner nonsense, so he told us while I got the rest of my things together. Evan and I walked to my car, packed, and got on the road.
We, apparently, missed our street, so we stopped for food before we ended up in New York.
We asked the nice lady at the pizza place for directions, which she provided. Of course, during all of this, I forgot to take my dairy pills, so we had to stop twice so I could get sick. Although, we ran into Sabine and jet_synthetic at the second stop! We were at a service plaza, and they were getting McDonald's. So, Evan hung out with them while I sat on the bathroom floor, hating my body.
I was fine after that, so we got back onto the road and talked and talked all the way back to the border. Again, we sailed through, and I can't tell you how happy I was to see American signs. I didn't have to do math anymore!
The trip from there to Kalamazoo was quick, with more conversation and music. Evan introduced me to some great bands, so now I have a list of stuff to buy next time I go shopping for music. He also surprised me with two of my favorite MST3K episodes, which I couldn't find for so long - "Alien from L.A." and "Ring of Terror".
I passed out shortly after I got home and showered and then slept about eleven hours straight.
All told, it was a great weekend, and I can't wait to do it again. It feels like a dream at this point, and I miss everyone so much.
evanx:
