So I started writing this post while the sun was still up, drinking a class of cola, listening to random YouTube videos trying to convince myself that I really am truly awake. I'm not posting this until tomorrow - when I've had the time to go through it and edit it. You'll see why this is necessary as you read this. Right now, I'm exhausted. So why am I blogging while I'm tired? Well, I think I can remember more of yesterday and its effects while I'm tired? Well I just wanna get it out while its still fresh in my mind.
(Really I didn't know at the time, and frankly, I still don't)
So my post really begins on Tuesday. On Tuesday I started house sitting for some friends of mine. I was making myself some mac-and-cheese, real style (so real macaroni and shredded cheese, not that boxed stuffed) and one piece of cheese fell (unnoticed) under the element. The next night (Wednesday) I'm making dinner again and suddenly "whooof" the unnoticed cheese is on fire. Remarkably I don't panic (probably has to do with the fact that it was a small flame) but turn of the element and move the stove (no, I didn't move the stove. I moved the element, pot.) I moved the POT onto a different element.
(This is why I shouldn't write when I'm tired) The flame died quickly. This is important.
Anyways, so Wednesday night was also a young adults night, and the plan was to go to a lighthouse and beach in Vancouver. I got a ride out with three of my friends (Eowyn, Katrina and Serena), but the directions we had were faulty. At one point it told us to turn right, so we did. We get
ALL the way to the end of the road to realize it was the wrong way, back tracked and continued on. We were supposed to go left, not right. But anyways, we eventually figured it out and made it to the park.
We had fun. It was nice and relaxing, and the scenery was beautiful. Then we left for home.
Left being the key and operative word there. Remember we have faulty directions. And we are trying to read them backwards. It is also dark out, so we are reading these faulty directions - backwards - by the eight-seconds glow of a cellphone. So of course, we missed a step. Needless to say, we were lost. We tried to find ourselves though, going back to the last street we remembered thinking we just had to go the other way, which only got us more and
more and
more lost. Finally we decided we would go to the Safeway we had seen earlier (it was on one of the steps anyways) and go in and ask for directions. So we headed in the direction we thought it was and kept going
and going
and going
and going
all the way to the Marina. The Marina
wasn't on any of the directions, nor had we passed it earlier. So we head back down the road. A few minutes later we spotted something, a sign. The sign telling us we were at the Lighthouse Park! We were back to square one. It was a miracle really. Cause then we went slower and
carefully followed the directions (getting minorly lost only one more time) and we were on the highway home!
It only took half an hour, or so. Could have been longer.
So all we want to do now is to go home. There was two lanes of slow moving traffic (which we were in) and one quick moving lane. So of course, we go into the quick moving lane. Only to realize the reason it was going quicker was because they were all being forced to merge back into the lane we just pulled out of. So we were now FARTHER back then before. Whoops. And then both lanes of slow moving traffic had to merge into one lane. But we got through it and finally ended up back home.
All of that driving naturally meant that we needed to get gas. So we stopped at a local gas station in town, and while Eowyn was filling up the tank an ambulance went by - in the general direction of the house I am house-sitting (also my house and my church are in the same direction) and for some reason the first honest-to-goodness thought I think is
"I really hope I didn't burn the house down." Eowyn assured me that I didn't burn the house down as we continued on our journey.
So we turn onto the street that I'm house sitting on and what do we see? Six to eight or so sets of blue and cherry lights (police and ambulances). Now, although there is no orange glow and no smoke I am now CONVINCED I have burnt down someone else's house! And Eowyn isn't sounding so sure when she says "No, you couldn't have" So we go the long way around - since you can't really just cut through a bunch of police cars that are just sitting there. By the time we get to the house - which is still standing, NOT on fire nor ever on fire - there is only one police vehicle left. We think it was an accident that had happened or something, but we don't know for sure.
Needless to say I went to bed just after midnight - and had to work at six in the morning.
So, I realized I was wrong. I didn't write this all on Thursday like I said I was going too. I was
way to tired (and you can read why right above you) and ended up zoning out instead. And then the next day I was too busy going to the movies with my cousin. So I finish this now, and will edit it later when I get home. Not that it really matters, seeing as you get to read it all at once.
Anyways, thank you for sharing in the enjoyment of last Wednesday night.
Although for the record. It was a super fun night. And I would repeat it again in a heartbeat.
Well, go back to that night and go through it again, I would rather not get lost in Vancouver at night or think I have burnt down someones house. It was just a fun crazy night that I am going to remember for ever and tell all my grandchildren about when they complain their GPS (or whatever techno stuff they have then) breaks down.
Hollie
