sleeper bitch

there’s so much to say, yet i don’t know where to start or how much i want to share.
seeing Adrian again was as good as i hoped and better than i expected. it’s been very near ten years since we last met and, for me, it was a much better experience this time around. not that the first time was bad, it was as good as could be expected considering we were practically strangers and i had even fewer social skills than i have now. this time, we chatted effortlessly and it was all-around a more easy experience. at least for me.
Diane, Adrian’s girlfriend and travel-mate, is an amazing woman. brilliant, funny, adorable, so sweet… i’m so glad i got the opportunity to meet her. i’m not even buttering her up because she said my place was really clean and she couldn’t stop saying complementary things about my website.
inspired by my lovely, interesting, fun, kind and world-wandering houseguests, i packed up a backpack and headed over to victoria for the weekend. i’ve been avoiding invitations to stare at jason’s fishes for months, but for whatever reason, this time was different.
Adrian and Di dropped me off at the ferry on their way back to amerika and set off on my island adventure. i was very early, so i took some photos, read some of my book and shared kindness with strangers. you know, those terminals and boats going to victoria are way nicer than the boats that go to nanaimo. i’ve been totally missing out all these years.
jason picked me up on the other side. he showed me his awesome apartment in the forest and introduced me to all of his fishes. we drove to james bay where i made him take me to have something delicious and hot made for me by my very favourite jim, whose face i had never before seen move. it was very exciting. i may even have had tremulous hands. after caffeinating ourselves, jay and i had a tourist driving tour of downtown, where i remembered that i’m actually very fond of victoria and i wondered why it is i hardly ever go there.
groceries were purchased, movies were rented and then it was back to the forest for an evening of vodka, talking, edward norton and fish-staring.
the way home was probably the best part. you see, jason drives trucks. big trucks. semi-trailer towing trucks. he had to head over the pond to make his way up into the middle of the province to pick up some apples today, so he brought me back in his big, semi-towing truck. his truck with a bed in the back, for pete’s sake. a bed! i hid in the back when we got to the ferry. i stole a ride on a ferry! then, instead of going upstairs to enjoy the many amenities provided for our benefit, we hung out in the back of the truck watching jersey girl on his laptop. now that’s the way to travel. BYOB: bring your own bed.
i was so residually excited about the truck ride i didn’t even mind that he dropped me off at one of the scariest skytrain stations there is for me to make it the rest of the way home. that actually turned out really well, because of who i met on my bus: davin! it almost made me forget about the drunk guy with the ten-speed puking on the seabus right across the aisle from me. almost.