Day 2 (St. John's)

We all woke up around noon
due to the fact we didn't get to sleep until around 4 am.
the snow had piled up outside

we walked down to Tim Hortons hoping for our usual amazing donuts (granted.. i hate donuts.. i just wanted a cappuccino-half french vanilla half english toffee)
the looks on the peoples faces behind the counters here
is blank.. dull.. unfriendly.. blah
kinda sad
the first Tim Hortons did not have Greg's Maple Dip donuts (the only ones he will EVER eat)
and the ones we got were dry and dull (or so my parents said.. i chickened out on everything-not even cappuccino)
so my dad hiked down 4 more blocks to the other one to get his beloved son his donuts
when he arrived back at the hotel he realized they were the wrong donuts
Greg REFUSED to eat them
so my dad went outside.. scraped down the ice and snow from the car.. drove down to the Tim Hortons and explained the situation and she took the box from him,.. threw it in the garbage and literally threw down the new donuts on the bottom of the new box...

I got back and changed into socks and boots rather than flip flops
we spent the rest of the day catering to Greg..
grocery store for drinks and snacks for the week
eyeglass store to fix his glasses
liqueor store (for my parents and I got Baileys for my cocoa)
Mexican food (so he could eat before he met up with his friends for the night)

I am terrified i wont meet up with anyone..
that they wont follow through... that they just said they would love to get together.. but really they could care less
i dont want that
i dont want to be an obligation or forgotten or not wanted

We spent the evening at O'Reilly pub.. my dad and mom and i
they drank 3 rounds of large beers.. (after having 1 at the hotel and a couple shots of my Baileys)
so they were quite drunk
I LOVED the irish band playing
but was lonely for some company
mostly for HIM
:(
anyway
i didn't drink.. except water.. wasn't in the mood..
and on the walk home.. wow..
i was falling over.. cracking up..
it was -3 C out.. with sleet and hail and 15 mph wind and we were walking against it
and my mom was cussing my dad out
"Whose fucking idea was this anyway?" "Why did i marry you?" "Im sleeping in the bathtub tonight" "this is worse than fucking anything ive ever done"
while my dad was running in front of her
"look im blocking the wind!"
or jumping into little alcoves
"its warmer here! come on!"
and then i couldn't stop laughing and falling over because the snow was over my boots and the hail hurt my face to look up
interesting night
i was soaked and cold and changed into sweats and wrapped myself in a blanket

and sat at the computer passing time as i did all of my free time today
waiting
hoping
that he would come online
i cannot stop thinking of him
and what he would think of this or that or the place we drove by or the name of that restaurant or whatnot
my parents are nervous he can't provide for me finically
i explain to them that the economy sucks and we are BOTH out of a job... but hes got prospects..
and i love him
and he loves me and is good to me
and that is enough

pestering parents... creepy custom agents..

I love pestering my mom and dad...
i walk beside them or sit beside them and ask them the stupidest questions i can think of..
"What if my baby was bald?"
"What if my baby grew up to be a drug dealer?"
"What if my baby had one green and one red eye?"
"What if i moved into a commune?"
"What if i worked at a weed farm.. like in the movie Humbolt County?"
"What if they put REAL coke in the DIET coke cans..?"
"What if we were about to crash on the airplane.. who would you call first?"
"What if i pierced my nose?"
"What if i pierced my nipple?"
"What if i moved in with the natives in the Amazon?"
"What if i got married.. how much are you willing to sacrifice for my wedding?"
"What if i came home with blue and red hair?"
"What if the airplanes tire went flat while we were in the air?"
"what shape of chocolate tastes the besT?"
"Does Canada have a separate dictionary than the US?"

and then
i thought of my own questions

"What if...
-> you could create your own dictionary?
would you change hte meanings of words? create your own?
-> you could open up your own restauruant?
what kind of food would you have?
would there be couches? stiff chairs? ruffly seat cushions? candles? florescent lights? stop lights? street signs? celebrity pictures? fish tanks? statues? a wall of empty liqueur bottles? pictures on the menus? JUST the names of the dish or a description under the name? kids menue? coloring sheets? jukebox? a clown wandering around offering free balloon animals? live music? an open kitchen so people could see their food being made?
i could go on with ponderings...

I also cheat on sudoku.

going thru customs my brother got sent to immigration.
maybe it was his social awkwardness (which he can't help.. poor thing)
maybe it was his long hair that he constantly swishes back with the quick turn of his head
maybe it was that he had no idea of when he was flying back to the US
either way
he was pulled over
those poeple know a LOT more about you than they let on
when Greg told them his name.. they asked him if hed been to Newfoundland before.,. he admited that he used to live here
the customs guy nodded his head, "Seaside Drive, eh? Stephenville.. dats a nice little town der"
he knew the road we lived on
and Greg never mentioned anything of the sort

My uncle was driving through the border once to visit us up in Newfoundland.
They asked him where he was going
he replied that he was going to visit his brother in Canada.
the customs agent asked for a name
my uncle gave him my dads name
the customs guy.. "Oh! Da mill manager eh? I bet hes got a nice place up der with LOOOOTSSSA friends."

creepy
they know A LOT
they WANT to catch you in a lie

i also like the feeling of hunger way too much
it feels like i am losing weight
just sitting there
letting my tummy churn... gurgle.. eat itself alive
but i cant keep it up for long until i make myself eat something
and then i become ravenous
dont try it at home

Flip Flops have NO traction in the snow...

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

ON THE ROCK!!

I
LOVE
Newfoundland
i forgot how silly this place is
the Tim Hortons
the Poutine
the thick Accent
the way everyone looks slightly similar (inbreed?)
the Puffins and whales and iceburgs off the shore....
more to come later..
im going to document this journey.. no doubt..

and pictures will come too

St Johns is where we flew in.. we will stay til Monday.
Monday night we go to Grand Falls (to the haunted house)
Tuesday and Wednesday we are in Stephenville (my old hometown)
Thursday we go to Corner Brook
Friday-Sunday back in St Johns (flying out Sunday)

unless things change
we are good at spontaneous adventures...

i miss him
a lot
i broke down three times last night due to silly stupid things but it all boiled down to the fact that i hated being away from him for so long
and the beach
and his mom
and his dad
and the life back there

soon enough i will be back
but for now
i am here.