Beer Gardens

Before I start on my actual post, I just want to protest the use of the word "city" for Prince Rupert by my fellow bloggers. A cluster of buildings that can be passed over by less than 1/2 hour of walking does not count as a "city". It is a cluster of buildings pretending to be a city. Now that I've finished my little rant about the careless use of the word, I'll go on to my actual post.



So, Susan and I went to the Beer Gardens, sorry, "Seafest Gardens", on Saturday. We heard about it from Steve and Spider, our winter watchman, at Spider's BBQ. Anne didn't go because she was exhausted and Paul didn't want to go. Susan really wanted to go, but not along so she said "I'll go if Lu goes". Now I didn't really want to go, but I knew that if I said "no", Susan will look at me betrayed for the next 3 months. So in the interest of peaceful living for the summer I agreed to go.



We arrived at the party around midnight and immediately thought it looks like a school party because of all the girls wearing barely enough cloths to not be arrested for public indecency. There were definitely enough police officers for that - probably 1 in 10 people was a cop. That was our first clue that it wasn't a regular school dance. Our next clue was all the parents and grandparents sitting around looking at their grandchildren/children dancing on the dance floor to sounds that approached pop music often heard on the radio. It was quite awkward at the party for us because we didn't know anyone. Mostly we just stood, drank beer, and people watched.

We stayed till 1:30 before giving up (we were going to stay until 2:00 because we heard riots start then) and going to Lila's home to spend the night. Susan and I were going to share a bed because there was only 1 free bed in that house. We prepare to go to sleep and Susan falls asleep on her side. I'm just about to fall asleep when Susan starts to... wheeze... then gasp... then snore. I was going to kick her out of the bed when I remembered that Lila has a cat and Susan is allergic. She would probably die on the sofa, so instead, I moved there. I'm preparing to fall asleep on the couch when... tick tock tick tock... I hear the clock on the fireplace mantle. I don't know about you, but I can't sleep to the constant ticking of a clock, so I listened to it till about 3 something almost 4. I slept for about an hour when Susan decided to go to the bathroom. Of course this woke me up again and it back to listening to the clock. I fall asleep again at around 6ish, unfortunately... Lila decided to wake up at 6:30 and makes coffee in the kitchen beside the living room, so once again I woke up, but I refused to get out of my sofa. Lila leaves the kitchen at around 7. I loitered around in my sofa until my alarm at 7:30.

So I get up at 7:30, after about 2 hours of sleep, feeling "strong emotions" towards Susan, and seeing the rain. What a perfect way to start the morning. We decided to get breakfast at McDonald's because we didn't want to walk in the rain. Afterwards we go to the Civic Centre for the bus. The bus was late, and I said "it's Sunday, maybe the bus doesn't come in the morning"... We looked at each other... and decided to try to hitchhike to get back (btw this is the Highway of Tears we're trying to hitchhike on). At this point you might be wondering why we were so desperate to get back. The answer is pretty simple, we were working that day and only Susan has the keys to access the money. Besides we thought it would be cruel to have only 2 people running entire cannery and the restaurant and the tours and the play and the... well you get the idea. We get on the road and start sticking our thumbs out. We got soaked watching cars whizz past us. Time for plan B, we decided to call to the cannery to ask if Paul or Anne would see if Spider would pick us up. Susan called and got the busy signal. Tried again a couple of minutes later... no one picked up, so Susan left a message. And we tried the hitchhiking idea again. Anne calls back and promises to look for Spider and call us back if she does. We go back to hitchhiking. Once all our cloths were plastered on us, Anne calls us back to tell us Spider will pick us up at McDonald's at 10:00. We turn back to walk to the McDonald's and what do we see? Our bus... our very late bus...

That was our... what adjective should I use? Let's use "interesting", shall we? So, that was our "interesting" adventure in the "city" of Prince Rupert. May it never happen again, or I will not be responsible for my actions towards Susan. As for our shift that day? that's another story...