My Week in a Small Town Part 1
So, I jsut got back from a lovely vacation. I was out of town for a week and attended a wedding of a couple that I have been friends with for about a year or so. The location of this city...well, town, was in the middle of B.C., about a hours' flight from Vancouver.
My anticipation to getting the hell out of my current city for a break had been reaching a climax. Work seemed to be getting lame and mindless, dealing with a good portion of the elderly of my city. Why some 90 year old needs to spend money on a computer, I will never know. The point being, home had become a little stale. Now, the only time I have been out of town for any length of time in the last three or so years was attending a couple of Microsoft Conferences, and once for a job interview. So, really, a vacation time was way long overdue.
So, I booked a flight with airmiles and my mother took care of hte rest, since they were her airmiles. The sadistic woman booked me on a 6 am flight on a Holiday Monday. The problem being that $50 for a cab to the airport was a little much to spend to me. But, the transit system here is barbaric and buses don't run that early. The plan was to head out to the airport the night before and sleep there. That is right, sleep there.
I had visions of sleeping in the outside and fending myself off from rabid critters, but it turns out that the airport has a overnight place for travellers.
Now, when I say a place for travellers, it is a room on the second floor with semi-comfortable chairs and a bathroom. Once you get off the elevator, there is no way to leave until the elevator is unlocked. So, with nothing to drink, or further human contact, I sat down and sang to myslef all night. Finally, at 4 am, I was allowed to escape and get a earlier flight.
More later