Last year in Tweed, This year in Tweed
(Longer entry probably this weekend)
Driving, driving, driving. Arrive at one motel, drop off the patrons of said motel. Arrive at other motel, pick up room, unload some stuff. On the gas-guzzler of an SUV, it is exactly half a tank of gas from my house, to phil's house, to Tweed and finally to Robs.
4×4's are the best out on Lost Channel Road. “There's nowhere to park without blocking the path!” “You have a 4×4! Drive through!” Gettin' muddy, raver-pants are NOT to be worn in the mud. Threw enough mud onto my hiking boots that I litterally FILLED the tub in my motel. Fight.Club-turned-Mud.Wrestling did not help the amounts of mud-factor. It was distusting in the worst levels possible. I threw out the socks I was wearing, there was no salavaging them. I was then driving around barefoot in seemingly hick fashion until Phil told me I could get arrested (while leaving).
My motel room was empty while everyone was at Jonny's party. I walk in and was immediately introduced to the cameraman. Then I had the dubious task of shaving said no-longer-cameraman. God that took litterally over an hour, and I gave up after a while, I as much off him as I could. And at least I don't talk with my mouth full. My motel room filled as I started chauffeering people around different motels.
Fish-eye lenses are f***ing kickass. Great shots can be taken, and I now will know how to rewind that camera (It took me 3 tries, Marty was persistant on me trying ONE last time to see if I could get it to work.) Just lots of stuff, now that I think about it, I really regret not doing a “Final Thought” on the whole event that happened.
Quick'n'Dirty run-down:
- 1/2 tank of gas to get from my house to Tweed.
- 1/4 tank of gas for 3 round trips between motels.
- 1/2 tank of gas to get from Tweed back to Toronto.
- 1/4 tank of gas just in general f***ing around Toronto.
- $245 (CND) to BME shop
- $70.?? (CND) to the Motel
- 3 condoms seen being used.
- $8.00 for a pack of smokes at 7am without shoes on.
- $3.45 for glo-sticks
- Dropping $10 on the street, and having some woman pick it up, then run very quickly away.
Knowing that I *WILL* see the new year, and that there are people out there who will slap me and call me a f***ing idoit if I don't, that's what this was all about. (I almost said “Priceless” but that's so cliched right now)
Thank you to everyone who made me smile, made me happy and made my day. Thank you to those of you who care, I do appericate everything even when I brush you off or push you off and ignore you and not let anything out. Thank you for not killing me when I do greatly-obscenely-stupid-ass things, because if I was in your place, I would have been dead by now. Thank you for trusting me to get you there and back safely. Thank you for spending time with me so I wasn't alone.
