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Walking Around

Date and Time  - Jan. 18th, 2004, 08:58 am

Current Mood  - mellow mellow
Current Music  - traffic

I had coffee with [info]neodarkling at the Diesel Café last night. It's been a long time since I last saw her, and it was nice to catch up with her, as I haven't seen her in some time.

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My foot that I twisted before my trip to Plattsburgh is still sore. It was quite sore last night right before my to walk to [info]purpleglitter's apartment. [info]publicoenone insisted that if I walk that I wear more practical shoes (I was wearing platforms). When I told her I didn't have more practical shoes, she gave me a pair of tactical boots designed for SWAT teams. They fit perfectly and are surprisingly comfortable and go well with my pajamas.

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Good Start to Visit

Date and Time  - Jan. 12th, 2004, 02:04 pm

Current Mood  - happy happy
Current Music  - people yabbering

I arrived safely in Plattsburgh last night. It’s wonderful to see [info]riga_mortia again after all this time. I’ve missed her.

She made sure there is plenty of vegan foods in her fridge for my visit. I met one of her friends last night, who was very nice. We hung out and smoked pot and did lines of Klonopin and generally had a very good time. I’m very much enjoying my visit here. I’m glad I came.

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White River Junction

Date and Time  - Nov. 24th, 2002, 09:52 pm

Current Mood  - drained drained
Current Music  - Sinéad O'Connor - Mandinka

Again, we got lost going to Plattsburgh. We ended up driving around for hours on lonely highways populated mainly by moose. By 3:00am we had found our way onto the correct highway, however we believed we had missed the last ferry across Lake Champlain, so we rented a hotel room on the Vermont side of the lake. In the morning, we discovered that the ferry run 24 hours a day.

In Plattsburgh, [info]riga_mortia and I said some very melancholy goodbyes before we parted ways. I hope that isn't going to be the last I see of her. I don't plan or want it to be. I'm going to go up to visit, hopefully in December or January.

On the way back to Boston, [info]purpleglitter and I finally purchased a mapbook. We're always getting lost going to Plattsburgh. We consistently miss the exit from 93 North to 89 North at White River Junction. Why do we miss that exit? Because, it doesn't exist. The exit is in Concord, not White River Junction. 93 never even passes through White River Junction.

The moral of the story? Never go on a roadtrip without a mapbook.

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Flying Away

Date and Time  - Nov. 23rd, 2002, 02:34 pm

Current Mood  - nostalgic nostalgic
Current Music  - Poe - Fly Away

Within an hour, [info]purpleglitter and I are taking [info]riga_mortia to Plattsburgh, NY, where she's moving. I'm going to miss her. A lot. I haven't really known for all that long, but she's been an intense part of my life since I met her. In the eight months we've known each other, we've been through so much together. So many storms. We might not have always come out them unscathed, but we've always seemed to come out them together. Life's not going to be the same without her around.

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Plattsburgh

Date and Time  - Aug. 31st, 2002, 12:37 am


Tuesday morning, [info]riga_mortia and I set off for Plattsburgh, New York. We got out of the house very early, and made good time to South Station. The air seemed hopeful and the prospect of leaving the city for a few days was very exciting.

Things started to go wrong when we got to the ticket counter at Greyhound. They ended up charging us a rate several hundred dollars over what they had quoted us over the phone. Not knowing of any other choice, we forked over the cash.

Quickly, I realized I had forgotten my ID. Realizing that this meant that the trip would be much more problematic, we went decided to take the next bus out, and take a taxi back to [info]riga_mortia’s house and pick up my ID.

My ID wasn’t at her house, and we were running out of time, so we called another taxi to run back to my house, as I was sure I must have left it there.

On the way out to the taxi, [info]riga_mortia had a nasty fall onto an evil metal thing laying on the sidewalk. She ended up with a nasty looking wound on her knee. I got our luggage together and she limped into the taxi.

My ID wasn’t at my house either. To add to the fun, we quickly discovered that [info]riga_mortia had left her purse in the taxi.

[info]grrldan arrived home and offered his help. And what a wonderful help he was. He patched up [info]riga_mortia’s knee very skillfully and made us both much-needed cosmopolitans.

I decided to call the liquor store I had gone to the night before, in a last hope that it was where I lost my ID. I got on my computer to get the number for the store and found that my monitor had completely died.

[info]grrldan looked up the number for me on his computer. However, when I called, I was told that my ID wasn’t there either.

Giving up on my ID, we called the taxi company and asked about [info]riga_mortia’s purse. They had it and [info]grrldan said he would give us a ride to retrieve it as well as anywhere else we needed to go. I can’t thank him enough for all the help he was to us.

[info]riga_mortia and I figured out that it would actually be cheaper to rent a car and drive it to Plattsburgh than to take the bus, even with the 15% charge for returning the tickets. So, we called up several rental places to get a car. However, no one would rent us a car, because I don’t have a credit card or my own auto insurance (either one would have worked) and [info]riga_mortia is under 25 and only has a permit.

We worked out a plan with [info]katia25 ([info]riga_mortia’s stepmother). We would wire her the money to rent a car. She would rent it, drive from Plattsburgh to Boston then drive us back up to Plattsburgh.

First thing was first, the tickets and the taxis had wiped out our cash reserves. We needed to go to my bank. As I had lost my bankcard the week before, and now didn’t have my ID, I wrote [info]grrldan a check for the money I needed and he ran into the bank to cash it. A few minutes later, he came out and told me the people in the bank wanted to talk to me inside.

They told me that my check was suspect, because it was written out of sequence (another symptom of my absentmindedness). However, they had my signature card on file at the bank, and I was able to get the money out myself.

Next stop was Stop and Shop to wire the funds for the car. Again, [info]grrldan came to the rescue. As the only one with an ID at that point, he had to be the one to actually send the money on its way.

After Stop and Shop, we went to the Yellow Cab office. On the journey there, we encountered a traffic jam. After waiting about 15 minutes in the baking sun, traffic began to move again, and we got [info]riga_mortia’s purse.

Before he had to be on his way for his own scheduled activities for the day, [info]grrldan dropped us off at the DMV so that I could get a temporary license for the trip.

When [info]katia25 arrived, we grabbed our stuff and piled into the car. Our troubles were over, or so we thought.

We quickly got lost in Vermont. We spent a long time on the empty highways in the land of moose and bumps. After wandering and wandering, we found a hotel and asked for directions. We apparently missed our turn by an hour and a half. Instead of having to back track, we were directed on an alternative route. All in all, the 3 hour trip ended up taking more than 6, and by the time it was over both [info]riga_mortia and I were both feeling slightly ill.

We checked into our hotel, only to find that it was a complete pit. It was more of a no-tell motel than anything else. The one redeeming quality, is that it had a rustic Bonnie and Clyde feel to it. I felt that the feds would be breaking in the door any minute.

In the morning, we carted ourselves over to the Super 8. A little more pricey, but a lot less shitty. At this point we both realized that the slightly ill we felt the night before was not going to simply go away. The slightly ill had definite plans of being more than slightly.

In the very late afternoon, we finally got over to see [info]riga_mortia’s family. They were all very accepting and nice. I got along with all of them very well. We all got quite floopy, and Chantea ([info]riga_mortia’s sister) got quite a bit too floopy.

[info]katia25 dropped us off near the beach, where [info]riga_mortia and I splashed together on the beautiful shores of Lake Champlain. It was probably the most beautiful part of the entire trip, however being wet in the chilly night air probably didn’t help us with our developing colds.

By the time we woke up the next morning, both [info]riga_mortia and I were really feeling sick. Not only that, having spent so much time in close quarters with all the stress of the trip, we starting to get on each other’s nerves. We never yelled, but we definitely weren’t getting along very well.

Pat ([info]riga_mortia’s dad) and [info]katia25 took us to Ponderosa in the afternoon. I was worried there wouldn’t be anything to eat, but to my surprise the buffet had a selection of vegetarian options.

The food did not sit well with [info]riga_mortia, who was rapidly getting more ill than me. She ended up getting sick all over the bathroom of Ponderosa. Afterwards, we went back to the hotel so she could get some rest.

In the evening, we went back to [info]katia25’s and Pat’s house and watched The Way of the Gun with Ryan Phillippe. I enjoyed the movie, and definitely recommend it.

Back at the hotel we decided that with both of us feeling ill and the trip generally not going very well, that we should head back home Friday as originally planned, instead of Saturday morning as we had been considering.

On the ferry across Lake Champlain on the way home, I decided to take a picture of the mountains above the water. Of course, I dropped the camera. It bounced off the deck, and I watched in slow motion as it splashed into the water below. At least it wasn’t the one I had taken the pictures on earlier in the trip.

Back in Boston, I hoped that we could finally relax, but new drama has come forward. Things just don’t seem to settle down nowadays. Like the Energizer bunny, it just keeps going and going and going.

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