I forgot

Ya, I forgot to blog about the rest of my trip. Did I even mention that I went on a trip? I should re-read my blogs so I stay on top of what I'm doing. I have the memory of a speck of dust and the attention span of a gnat.

Last week, my friend, ex-sister-in-law, and daughter's Aunt, all the same person (S), and I went on a road trip to take my daughter to Ottawa. There my daughter spent a couple days with my mom before her dad drove from Toronto to come pick her up thus saving her from my overbearing mother before it all became horribly tragic.

S and I stayed one day in Ottawa and did some visiting. I think I mentioned that. I saw my friend E and her new babies and my old friend L whom I haven't seen in ages. THEN, the very next day, S and I, got up early, said our goodbyes to my daughter and mother, and headed south east towards Banger, ME to do a little shopping before heading back to NB.

According to Google maps, the trip from Ottawa to Bangor, should have taken roughly 8 hrs, 37 minutes. Maybe if you had a helicopter or other type of miraculous transporting devise able to move you through some sort of time-space continuum. Once we hit Quebec it was all construction and bad driving. By the time we reached the border just south of Sherbrook, Quebec to cross into Vermont at a place that could only be described as the corner of Butt-fuck and you got a purdy mouth, I was about ready to kill someone with my car. S took over driving. The trip through Vermont and NH backroads was beautiful. Truly! I got the short end of the stick driving through Quebec's endless farmland and construction and sheer lack of public washrooms, clearly accessable from the highway. Out of desperation, we peed in a ditch on the side of the highway. It was a stellar moment.

We stopped at a restaurant in the middle of Nowhere, NH and had lunch. It was good but the convenience store gave us the willies, and we hightailed it out of there, absolutely sure we'd seen that exact place in a horror movie, right before the two female travellers are abducted from the side of the road cuz the local gas attendant sabotaged their car when they stopped and they are then locked in a delapitaded hut in the middle of nowhere, where they're tortured and eventually chopped up and used for stewing meat to feed the townspeople.

We got to Bangor about 11 hours later. Sigh! We got a hotel room, and hunkered down for the night. We were done in. Shopped all next day, had the best dinner at Texas Road House, WOW, that place is good, but jeez, the sheer amount of food they stuff in you is insane, then danced our butts off at the club that was part of the hotel (how cool is that?). We headed home Sunday, Fat, hung-over, and completely broke. It was a great trip. :-)