Cowboy Up.....words that usually mean I'm going to be doing something I shouldn't be. Who am I to back down, I love the unknown. I do plenty of shit for no other reason to have the experience. I'm the unexpected wildcard, the quiet guy who keeps to himself. At any given moment though, I'm capable of everything and will do just about anything. It's fucked.
Sitting here I'm reminiscing about Seattle. Don't get me wrong, I loved it. I even have a 1500 shot glass from the space needle. (pause for effect) How / why would I have a $1500 shot glass? Not by fucking choice. It was December, Christmas week in fact. Neither my roommate nor myself is much for the holiday. Hell we would rather spend the damn thing with appy platters and video games; which we did the year after this trip.
Anyway, so I get kicked out of the RN program in College, which was devastating to me since I had no job, no money, and now no career. I feel below the standard in 1 class by 1.35%. That was it, game over. So I come home, and my roomy tells me that a buddy of ours is flying outta Seatac to spend the holidays with some chick. I figure why not, things just fell apart so lets go for it. So we ( 3 single white males) depart outta Victoria via the ferry. We explain that we are dropping off our friend and have no discernible reason for going. So we get searched.
Then we cross on the most boring fucking ferry I've ever been on. Get to the American side. Explain to the nice men with machine guns that we are dropping our friend off, and have no other discernible reason for going. So we get searched, and they tear the car apart.
That sucked.
So now we are on the way, happily I might add, to Seattle, and we decide to hit the needle first thing. NOW I'm not much for heights but if you've never seen the view at Christmas from the top of the space needle, you gotta check that shit out.
BUY my infamous shot glass.
Check into a motel 6, with some beer and laugh about the border crossing. In the morning, Dec 24, our friend departs We decide that maybe we get some coffee, and just head on back to Canada, since not much will be open over the weekend. We check out, drive to the end of the parking lot, and the BMW dies. NO biggie, it's a standard so my roomie wants to push it onto the road and down hill to pop the clutch. I think it's not so good an idea and counter with pushing it around the nearly empty parking lot for the same effect.
So around and around, nothing. FUCK. So we look for the obvious, figure it's the battery wire. Walk 12 blocks to find an import dealer who happened to be at his shop putting away some things, and in exchange for helping him push some of the cars into the garage, he offered to sell us a new wire. Done. Masters of our destiny, we triumphantly walk back to the car and fix it. NOTHING. Fuck. So now we call a mobile mechanic, who says he'll come right over.
Business name : Fractured Head Inc. ( This is important to remember), So hours go by, and no mechanic. He finally show up, and tells us he was late due to a car accident, and he could only make left turns. Ironic part, got the money for the so named business from a car accident settlement that gave him brain damage. He diagnoses its the fuel pump, and proceeds to extract it, all while smoking. That's right, covered in gas, while smoking. Did I mention he had brain damage?
It's getting kinda long so I'll leave off half way through day 1, and continue on tomorrow.
Later.....
Sitting here I'm reminiscing about Seattle. Don't get me wrong, I loved it. I even have a 1500 shot glass from the space needle. (pause for effect) How / why would I have a $1500 shot glass? Not by fucking choice. It was December, Christmas week in fact. Neither my roommate nor myself is much for the holiday. Hell we would rather spend the damn thing with appy platters and video games; which we did the year after this trip.
Anyway, so I get kicked out of the RN program in College, which was devastating to me since I had no job, no money, and now no career. I feel below the standard in 1 class by 1.35%. That was it, game over. So I come home, and my roomy tells me that a buddy of ours is flying outta Seatac to spend the holidays with some chick. I figure why not, things just fell apart so lets go for it. So we ( 3 single white males) depart outta Victoria via the ferry. We explain that we are dropping off our friend and have no discernible reason for going. So we get searched.
Then we cross on the most boring fucking ferry I've ever been on. Get to the American side. Explain to the nice men with machine guns that we are dropping our friend off, and have no other discernible reason for going. So we get searched, and they tear the car apart.
That sucked.
So now we are on the way, happily I might add, to Seattle, and we decide to hit the needle first thing. NOW I'm not much for heights but if you've never seen the view at Christmas from the top of the space needle, you gotta check that shit out.
BUY my infamous shot glass.
Check into a motel 6, with some beer and laugh about the border crossing. In the morning, Dec 24, our friend departs We decide that maybe we get some coffee, and just head on back to Canada, since not much will be open over the weekend. We check out, drive to the end of the parking lot, and the BMW dies. NO biggie, it's a standard so my roomie wants to push it onto the road and down hill to pop the clutch. I think it's not so good an idea and counter with pushing it around the nearly empty parking lot for the same effect.
So around and around, nothing. FUCK. So we look for the obvious, figure it's the battery wire. Walk 12 blocks to find an import dealer who happened to be at his shop putting away some things, and in exchange for helping him push some of the cars into the garage, he offered to sell us a new wire. Done. Masters of our destiny, we triumphantly walk back to the car and fix it. NOTHING. Fuck. So now we call a mobile mechanic, who says he'll come right over.
Business name : Fractured Head Inc. ( This is important to remember), So hours go by, and no mechanic. He finally show up, and tells us he was late due to a car accident, and he could only make left turns. Ironic part, got the money for the so named business from a car accident settlement that gave him brain damage. He diagnoses its the fuel pump, and proceeds to extract it, all while smoking. That's right, covered in gas, while smoking. Did I mention he had brain damage?
It's getting kinda long so I'll leave off half way through day 1, and continue on tomorrow.
Later.....