A picture, a thousand words

I seem to have developed some sort of resistance to decongestants. I'm not getting any better. It's not that my nose is stuffy, it's my whole head. It's giving me a headache and that wouldn't be so bad if it didn't make my ears itchy too. The most irritating thing is that I know that no amount of trying to scratch my ears will make them stop being itchy until my head stops being stuffy.

They're supposed to make you drowsy, but for some reason or other, they do just the opposite to me. Regardless of if they're daytime or nightime, they always make me jittery and a tad bit paranoid. Sometimes I think that I should take less of them before lifeguard interviews and recerts but the last thing I need is for my ears to start hurting as I'm swimming to rescue that damn yellow brick off the bottom of the pool. Who says performance enhancing drugs are always bad?

I've been looking at a lot of old pictures today and they bring back tons of memories. Like this one:


Alright, it's a bad picture, but back in 2000, when I was a wee lass, I nearly got stranded in Seattle when I found out that the guy who had driven me down was going to visit some family and had absolutely no intention of going back to Canada that week (I'm clever, I always thinks things through). And in spite of her chronic bitchiness, she was nice enough to drive me home to Canada and turned out to be a lot nicer person when you took the time to talk to her. Just one of the many people I'm forever indebted to.

I guess the picture's kind of fitting, because most of the trip was a blur to me anyways. I seem to remember John and Stu talking about eating at their favourite greasy spoon where they served 6 egg omlettes and even the waitress was a greasy spoon. I didn't ask about that one. I still don't want to know.

Oh, and going to a restaurant and asking for a salad that didn't have meat on it and having the people there be really incredulous. I mean, a salad that has vegetables in it is a pretty foreign concept to you too, isn't it?

And asking for iced tea at the same restaurant and getting tea with ice cubes in it and not iced tea because that's apparently what Americans do.

And staying in a sleezy motel on the wrong side of town where we had made a reservation but they had given our room away to someone else and we couldn't all go in to complain about it because we had planned to jam as many people as we possibly could into the room, and apparently that is against the rules. Or at least, you have to pay extra for that.

Then later that night, something posessed us to pull the matress off of one of the beds in the amazing family suite that they gave us to apologise for the inconvenience (amazing being an overstatement). Princess and the pea, I guess, because underneath we found a large stack of porn which some of the more puritanical people in our room objected to so we called room service and the guy was quite happy to remove it all from our room.

Oh, and probably the most important thing of all, how I came to eat the bagels that will make me live forever.