So for the past week, I’ve been without a car, since the van was in the shop to have the engine replaced. Originally it was supposed to be two days -I brought it in last Monday. We finally got it back yesterday afternoon. Bah. It probably was the worst week to loose the car…
The week up to Wednesday wasn’t so bad. Then Thursday, I worked a frigging double shift – 12 hours. That killed me. But at least I wasn’t out too late. We had the boat cleaned early, and I even caught the last GO Train out of Union. The stupidity really started on Friday night.
Friday started out pleasant enough. Got to sleep in. Then we went to watch Ocean’s 13. Which was amazing. Then we went to the beach to drink and chill. All that was great. But then I made the decision to join my work friends downtown to go clubbing. That’s where things really went sour. I was tired from a whole day out. Plus I was a little tipsy from all the alcohol going around. And then. I had to take the night bus.
I left the club around 2:30AM. I was feeling pretty sick, and just overall tired already. So I got on the 320 which basically replaces the subway on Yonge St. BUT. I needed to pee so badly, I had to get off at some random intersection – I don’t even remember which one now, to use the washroom in some all-night pizza place. I was forced to buy a pizza too, since it was for customers only. I had just enough change to pay for the pizza.
Then, while waiting for the bus again, I saw a pretty funny sight. Well it was funny to me at the time, little did I know it would be a foreshadowing of things to come. There were two homeless guys fighting over a spot on the street to beg. Actually, yah it was sad. But it was funny because of what was happening. They were like, chasing each other around, crossing the street randomly and everything. Thankfully, some cops drove by as one of the was illegaly crossing the street again, and it was stopped. My bus soon came, but this one was packed…
On the bus, I was just dead tired and generally starting to get frustrated. Some drunk guy in the back was screaming random idiocies. And then two drunk guys at the front almost got into it. Oh man when they were yelling at each other, it was like a suspense movie.. will he make it? All I could think of was please wait until my stop before you start throwing punches. Cause that would have meant the bus stopping, everybody having to get off, while the cops came. And then, it would probably have meant waiting for another bus..
St. Clair… Almsot there. The two are really going at it with the swearing and the drunken insults. Actually I was starting to really think that they weren’t gonna fight, cause it was pretty obvious that one of them was just all talk, and didn’t really wanna get beat.
Davisville… One more frigging stop. Just, stay cool, loosers. Then you can kill each other for all I care. Oh but wait. Some other drunk guy behind me puked all over some people. Poor guy, had to get off the bus like 15 stops too early, cause he was so embarrased.
Eglinton. Ahh. Safe… I got on the 305, which took me almost to the doorstep of my house. Actually taking the night bus is pretty good in terms of time. 1.5 hours from downtown to my house is about normal.. which is alot to say if you’re not taking any trains.
It was 4AM when I finally crawled into bed. But yes of course, I would only stay in bed for about 4 hours when I had to wake up again and leave for work the next morning… or well.. the same morning.
There was nothing pleasant about Saturday at all. At least not from my perspective that morning. I would have to work from 9-2 for the city. Then 5-whenever for cruise. Bah, whatever I’m getting used to these 16 hour days. Actually, amazingly, the city shift went by pretty smoothly. I even had a pretty good lunch of salisbury steak which I bought from Shoppers Drug Mart. Oh and actually I got off at 1:15PM since my last class was cancelled. I went home, and had enough to time take a quick nap… like 20 minutes, and a shower before I had to go again to head downtown.
I was being cautious and I took the 3:07 train. Which got me downtown by 3:45 – a full 1:15 too early for my shift. But no worries, I had been wanting to try that Captain John’s restaurant, which is docked right in front of the Obession for a while. Bad choice though. I came in expecting to have like a 12 dollar meal of fish and chips. What did I end up with? 30 dollars on a dinner that I didn’t even enjoy that much. Bah. But no worries. I was feeling pretty good at that time, because I was expecting a good night at the bar.
Eeennnggg. Wrong again. The bar sucked. The wedding sucked. And the people sucked at giving tips. I made like $20. Bleh. Oh and of course. we didn’t get off until 1:30AM. Which means. Yup. the night bus again.
Well this time around was a little better cause I didn’t have to get off the bus to pee. But there were still some near-fights, and some idiot drunks screaming from the back of the bus. But whatever, I got out of there quick, and made my way on to the 305, which was more pleasant this time too cause I had my DS with me to keep me company.
I got home a 3AM this time too, which made sense since I started coming home 1-hour earleir than the night before too. Oh and it was good too because I also had to get up 1-hour early, at 7AM because I had to be at church at 7:30.
Ahh what a great weekend. Oh yeah it was father’s day, but I hardly spent time with my dad. I was at my church for the service cause I was playing. Then I stayed home all day while they went to Missisuaga, cause I was so dead tired.
Oh yeah. And sometime through all of that, I managed to loose my cell phone.
Bah. Whatever. I’m just glad to have the car back.