Ok, not really the crack of dawn that i was intending, but I finally got out of the house with everything i could remember i wanted to bring at 10:45. Only thing so far that I know i forgot is my own shampoo.
So, first couple hours, pretty uneventfull. Lotsa fields, cows... uhh... well, thats pretty much all alberta has to offer.
Then I get to the boarder. Was expecting to get a hard time, but what actually happened was completely fucking rediculous. I pull up to the booth, and the minimum wage wanna-be cop starts asking me where i'm going. so I tell him. Virginia. Asks me what i'm going to virginia for. I said to meet a friend. he asks where i know this friend from. I said online. He asks how long i've known him for. I had know clue how long i've known yak, so i said 5 years. Alright sir, i want you to pull your car over and go inside.... i said alright, and whispered some obscenities under my breath as i was pulling over.
So I go inside. and wait. and wait. half hour later, some bald retard calls my name, (and pronounces it wrong) starts asking me the same questions the booth guard did. so i answered. he's acting like i'm part of some kind of terrorist organization questioning everything i say. wants to know yak's address phone number, name, etc. i said sure, i'll go get it all from my car. and he goes. No, fill out this form and sit down. So i fill out this "Customs Immigration form" guy comes back a half hour later, looks over it and starts questioning what i wrote down... as if i'm lieing on it. finally accepts my answers, and gives me another form to fill out. I don't even remember what this one was for.
Half hour later. comes back, and i get the third degree on those answers too. finally satisfied with those answers, he told me to give him my car keys and sit down... now here i was getting noticibly pissed off, i was all ready to let loose a few choice words for this retard. but i decided it would be in my best interests here not to verbalize my thoughts. so i gave him the keys and sat down. half hour later, he waddles out and drives my car into a garage and shuts the door.... that pissed me off probably the most.... how the fuck can they just take your car out of your sight and start looking through it? again i bit my tongue... tasted some blood.
so half hour later he comes back, calls me up, and then starts asking the same fucking questions over again. By this time i really couldn't give a shit and i was being extremely short with my answers, if i started saying more, bad stuff probably would have happened. so he says to wait, and goes and talks to someone in an office to the side, that i can't see. comes back 10 minutes later, gives me my keys and drivers license, says have a good trip. I told him i'd like my birth certificate back too. whispered under my breath a satisfying "jackass" he gets it, and i leave. making sure he can see me checking my trunk, and backseat for my shit.
So Driving off, I punch in Billings, MT in my GPS. Arrival time 10:30pm. Jesus fucking christ. Like hell I'm going to accept that. so, I take a look at the map, saw a more direct route, but the roads have a lower speed limit... said meh, and went that way anyway. Y'know, it was kinda satisfying, driving the rest of the way here at 140km/h (about 80mph) on roads that had posted limits significantly less, and seeing the arrival time tick down 1 minute after another till it finally settled on 8:58. Almost hit 3 deer on the way, a baby and mother the first time, the baby darted across the road right in front of me, the mother turned back, second incident was a single deer that bolted back a second or 2 before i woulda hit it. Glad the whole "Deer in the headlights" thing is just a cliche.
So here I am, tired as hell, I'm going to bed.
IJT, I hope you don't mind me using your nerfshot site for posting these...
Pic of the day follows. (Click for full size)
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