Day 1 (well Night 1-> St Johns)

I'm here...
its snowstormsy out the window
the cars are covered
im sitting here n the lobby with flip flops a long hippie skirt and a green tank top...
not quite dressed for the weather
but am i ever?
no

I still cannot believe i am here.
reality sinks in every time i hear people around me talk.
i wish you all could hear for yourselves
have a conversation with a newfie
you will never forget it

I walked down to George Street with my parents last night..
(THE Bourbon street of Canada.. no cars allowed down the street.. lined with loud bars and drunken staggering shouting people in the street.. but no hooker houses... thoug there is a Pizza Joint open from 6pm-6am
after my dad (whose already silly) haD One beer
I didn't mind going to bars with my parents
im secure enough with myself.
yes it is a little strange.
but i really dont care
i love my parents and i dont plan on getting picked up or anything
so why not go out and observe the sights around me?
and
oh
what sights there were

I cant even talk to anyone around here without nearly cracking up.. their accent is utterly amazing..
The bars here... wow.. Absinthe (sp?) and shots was all that was going down..
a drunken girl and her not so drunken boy were getting it on in a booth nearby and then he left to go to the bathroom and when he came back my dad pointed out where she was (she had pretty much passed out and was half on the floor half on the booth seat) he acted so stunned!~ as tho he had no idea what was going on.. we watched him wander around the bar and finally come back to her and she hung on all over him as they danced in the middle of the walkway.. and hten had another drink as they stumbled out hte door.. clinging to each other swaying one way and then the other
i didnt think it was legal .. atleast ethically/morally.. to serve drinks to people that drunk..
There was another couple that came in.. linked arm in arm.. as you walk through the door there is an entryway and an open space.. with a seat on one side.. he made it through the open space.. she rammed into the seat back.. they were still linked arm in arm and i watched as her body tried to continue to follow him, but her body was stopped..
2 guys were kissing in front of the bar on stools
people leaving at 12:30, 1 am.. the bars and streets still roaring with people at 3 am when we finally meandered back to our hotel

its weird how i lived in so many places
when i lived in them i had no desire to get any shirts or souvenirs or anything.. thinking it tacky.
now that i go back to those places (New Orleans, Pullman (WSU), Tuscaloosa (University of Alabama), Newfoundland, Seattle)
I am compelled to get some trinket to remind me of my life there
even if all those memories will be contained in a mini replica of the Newfoundland flag
or a snow globe of Seattle with the space needle sticking up tall and proud

this time im going to take pictures
document all i can
bring something back
and not just memories